Blackhybrid21
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(Im about 27 feet tall when standing on my hind legs, im a gentle giant you could say, i have very thick fur. I dont like to hurt people but i can get a little crazy here and there.)
My father was a bear and my mother was a wolf and in the animal kingdom its a sin to mate with another species but like all laws it does not stop everyone from doing it. We were never named in our family, most families have names but my family just didn't.
Mother and father new they were going to be having a baby very soon and didn't know if it was going to be either a wolf or bear. It was scary not knowing what animal was going to come out of your body, breeding with another animal was not very thought out so my parents just expected for the dominant genes to do what they were supposed to do. well it doesn't always work out that way see when my mother was in labor and finally had me she was devastated that i was some sort of hybrid. My parents did not know what to do except keep me and keep telling themselves it will be all right and it was for the most part.
I was 7 and i woke up to the sounds of sirens so i hoped out of bed to see what was going on, what i saw will haunt me for a long time. My mother was being pulled on a stretcher motionless. Now I did not fully understand but i did know one thing... she was not waking up.
I learned that she had had a heart attack and the pain only grew in size. Ever since that day my dad was no longer a fun loving guy, he was short tempered, stubborn, and hateful. My dad wanted to teach me how to hunt and before when he tried showing me how to catch fish or prowl I refused him and he backed off quickly. Now he was much more impatient with me, he hated it when i refused to take on the skill of hunting, yelling and screaming. Sometime he resorted to breaking things and hitting me, but when he did he shortly apologized. One day when i was 8 he once again tried to teach me how to catch fish. Like always i refused him and he said something that he would regret for the rest of his life. "I thought when your mom died you would become a man, but NO!" That"s when i lost it, he took a swing at me but i quickly grabbed his wrist and twisted it till it broke. His screams were deafening me and my brain told me to stop but my body was crying out YES! I then brought down my fist to his face and he dropped motionless.
I knew i hadn't killed him or else he wouldn't be breathing but i couldn't live with him anymore so i did the first thing that came to my mind... I ran.
It was hard surviving in the forest but i quickly grasped the concept of gathering and from there on it was not to hard except an itch every now and then to eat meat. I'm 16 now and have made many friends in my travels to god knows where. My survivability skills have been fully developed and from what i can tell my dad hasn't even cared about me since the day i ran.
I recently learned that i can change into a bear or wolf while still being able to change back into my original form.
My father was a bear and my mother was a wolf and in the animal kingdom its a sin to mate with another species but like all laws it does not stop everyone from doing it. We were never named in our family, most families have names but my family just didn't.
Mother and father new they were going to be having a baby very soon and didn't know if it was going to be either a wolf or bear. It was scary not knowing what animal was going to come out of your body, breeding with another animal was not very thought out so my parents just expected for the dominant genes to do what they were supposed to do. well it doesn't always work out that way see when my mother was in labor and finally had me she was devastated that i was some sort of hybrid. My parents did not know what to do except keep me and keep telling themselves it will be all right and it was for the most part.
I was 7 and i woke up to the sounds of sirens so i hoped out of bed to see what was going on, what i saw will haunt me for a long time. My mother was being pulled on a stretcher motionless. Now I did not fully understand but i did know one thing... she was not waking up.
I learned that she had had a heart attack and the pain only grew in size. Ever since that day my dad was no longer a fun loving guy, he was short tempered, stubborn, and hateful. My dad wanted to teach me how to hunt and before when he tried showing me how to catch fish or prowl I refused him and he backed off quickly. Now he was much more impatient with me, he hated it when i refused to take on the skill of hunting, yelling and screaming. Sometime he resorted to breaking things and hitting me, but when he did he shortly apologized. One day when i was 8 he once again tried to teach me how to catch fish. Like always i refused him and he said something that he would regret for the rest of his life. "I thought when your mom died you would become a man, but NO!" That"s when i lost it, he took a swing at me but i quickly grabbed his wrist and twisted it till it broke. His screams were deafening me and my brain told me to stop but my body was crying out YES! I then brought down my fist to his face and he dropped motionless.
I knew i hadn't killed him or else he wouldn't be breathing but i couldn't live with him anymore so i did the first thing that came to my mind... I ran.
It was hard surviving in the forest but i quickly grasped the concept of gathering and from there on it was not to hard except an itch every now and then to eat meat. I'm 16 now and have made many friends in my travels to god knows where. My survivability skills have been fully developed and from what i can tell my dad hasn't even cared about me since the day i ran.
I recently learned that i can change into a bear or wolf while still being able to change back into my original form.