Our kind, we feed… only what we need, no more. But to those that have wronged us, we feed like gluttons, leaving a lifeless shell.
It is righteous and terribly wrong at the same time.
But we are not wholly human and we take our vengeance raw. To those that have oppressed us, in a wild beastial rage, we hurl to the ground, seize them by their throats, devour what we crave, and spit out the rest.
Our lives, a curse, and sublime ecstasy. We walk the eternal wastes, contemptuous of human ways. The people behind the white picket fences do not understand us. But if they saw what we truly are they would cower in fear and horror.
How can such people exist? They would exclaim with disdain and loathing.
But they shall never know what we are, For if they did, they would hunt us down.
We are the shunned. We live amongst the shadows and rise under the dying rays of the setting sun.
We are what we are. Our nature is like that of the majestic feline. We prey, we hunt and we kill. But we have compassion and we have an eternal sadness. We rage against the hypocrisy and lies of humans. They are the truly cruel ones. Not us.
When we love it is for all eternity. Our fidelity is pure and true. One love for us. Another soul that merges with ours, and we are one. Our passion endures for all time. Our loyalty and honor never wavers.
Our vows are held true, always. My love and I.
Yet we are the shunned ones. Such irony! For the world of humans is full of lies, hate, ego and infidelity. There is no honor in any one of them. They are beasts of the unctuous pit, two-faced and beguiling with their weasel words.
We should feel no guilt for feeding upon them. But our curse, unlike the feline, is to feel remorse. Perhaps it is because we were born into the human world, but we are not of it.
We are the lonely ones. But we are the righteous ones. For we have come to know and accept our natures.
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