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Date Posted: 22:02:58 07/20/03 Sun
Author: rahne sinclair
Subject: wolfs~~bane~~..

free me from these clutching chains..

name: Rahne Sinclair aka Wolfsbane
age: thirteen
gender: female
alliance: x-men
school year: would she be an eighth grader? i dont know. x.x
power: can transform into a wolf.
description/picture: eh, no picture yet...but she's small and petite with golden brown short hair that she likes to keep up in pigtails, and she has brown eyes and is just really innocent looking. she's so cute. ^-^
history (i was avoiding this one...didja notice? x.x): for as long as i can remember, i've always felt a little different then the rest of my friends...just a bit more wild...a bit more...dignified. infact, even now, when i know that its not really me thats speaking, but the instinct of the wolf inside of me, i feel disgust for the rest of the world. i just cant help it, they're all so silly...so...so inconvenient, and if they'd just tweak one or two things, they could all be living in paradise. however, thats not what i'm supposed to be telling you...thats not what you want to hear about. you want to know when i figured out that i was special...when i realized that i was destined to always be singled out in the common crowd for being different. i was young...too young to understand that what i was would scare people...you cant blame a seven year old for not knowing better. i had thought that people would be pleased with my gifts! i thought that i would get praised, and i was never praised enough as a child, only criticized...what i did was never enough, and never will be enough for my parents. i never really got along with animals when i was younger, they were always scared of me, it was like they could sense something stirring inside, something monstrous, something terrible...and so i never had anything to bond with but my stuffed animals, and they became my best friends. i have always been shy, but when i was younger, i was so shy that when somebody approached me i'd literally run away or start to cry if i couldnt run away, but with the stuffed animals i was always safe, they were my little pack and they came with me wherever i went. anyway, back to my original story...on my seventh birthday, my mother and father took all of my stuffed animals away, tossed them in big plastic bags, and threw them into a burning fire...they replaced my best friends with normal little girl things to play with, dollies and make up and dress up clothes, and they arranged to have a huge party for me. when i woke up in the morning and found myself beneath the dead-eyed stare of the dolls and couldnt find my friends, i...went crazy. something inside of me had snapped, that very delicate balance between humans and monsters had been crossed by my very parents, and i was so young that i didnt know how to take the pain, the rage...the broken quality of a fallen angel. and so i fled inside of myself...and...thats where my memory goes blank. later, i woke up in my parents' bedroom with their anxious faces looming over me, and a strange one, but...one that was somehow familiar. later, they told me that i had transformed and wrecked everything in sight, and that the strange man whom i knew that i had seen before but couldnt remember where had somehow been able to stop me. he introduced himself as Charles Xavier, and he told me that he ran an institution for gifted students...for children like me. he told me that i could come away with him right then and there, and that he'd teach me how to use my powers...that he'd teach me how to control my sudden appearance of the ability to change into a wolf...and i was constantly changing in some way that doesnt make me look human, it was as if that once the power was out, it didnt want to be controlled, contained...forgotten. my parents, of course, refused him at first, turned him away and saying very tartly that i was fine and that it was an illness. amazing, what people will believe if it will keep them from the hideous truth that they gave birth to me...a reject...a monster. however, after a week of complete and utter horror, where i was sent home from school because i was 'misbehaving' because i couldnt make my wolf ears go away two days (they kept me at home the other five days) in a row...well, they had to send me away. i wasnt as upset as i should have been, infact, i was excited to go to a new place where i could meet new people...it was as if with the birth of the wolf, i lost my original terrible shyness. dont get me wrong, i'm still timid around complete strangers, but i dont run away anymore, and animals arent as afraid of me anymore...but i have a sort of distaste for them now, unlike before when it hurt me when the dogs would growl and whine with fear and the cats would run away. anyway, thats my story, not as tragic as a lot of people's, but...hey, its whats made me me, i guess.

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