<Erzbet>

[Erzbet Bathry]

I hate this place. I hate this flimsy human skin I have to wear. I hate the bright places full of people. There's always people, always noise. Everywhere I turn. It never ends. I miss my jungle. I miss the damp earth beneath my paws and the mist that filters down through the trees. I miss my mother. My father too, though I can't help that. I miss chasing after prey. Mostly I miss the freedom. I ran around all day doing nothing, yet always busy. One more year after this one. Just one more year and I'll be back in my jungle. One. Just one. It's not hat long, is it? Since when did one year seem so long? God help me, I don't think I'm going to make it. Mother forgive me, I'm going to fail you.

-Erzbet