Tales Of A Modern Day Beast

Born in the dead of night, beneath the shadows of a cold, wolf moon. Whelping, yelping; his cry was like no other. Translucent eyes engraved on snow-white skin. The last born of his kind, a curse that would eventually bind, his father held him high, upwards beneath the star-laden sky, while creatures stirred in immeasurable sleep. His mother cried.

In daylight, she would run; she would run to where the moon didn't rise. To where it couldn't touch, twist, or turn him into one of them. To where he could be a boy—the bouncing, beautiful baby boy that she had always dreamed of raising. Not a thing; a terrible, tyrannical, murderous thing like what had ravaged, raped, and rebuked her once it had its way.

Stalked, silenced, stolen, imprisoned, and enslaved! Countless episodes of copulation under talon and fang; dripping jaws that smirked at her pleas. Savage growls that forced her to her knees. Helpless, haggard, and hardened, she was nothing more than a pawn in a game of wild preservation.

And when the child was born, she was rejected, dejected, and alone. Thrown crumbs under lock and key, drinking soiled water; Sucked into a world where no one else could see. The time had come while the others slept; along the cavern walls she crept, until the baby started to wail! Pressing him close to her chest, she leaped, and down they went. To the river below,  she splashed, letting her little boy go. While she awaited her fate, the baby floated as if by magic through an invisible gate. And his mother cried.