I'm surprised at what you believe. I'm that simple girl, skipping down the dirt path surrounded by trees, with a basket of goodies filled with the mother of my mother. I must be careful of the wolf, people think.
Please.
I am the wolf.
I'm the one fading in and out among the forest, stalking my prey. I don't just use claws and fangs; I use silver bullets and blades. I use my superhuman senses to smell them out.
No one suspects it. I've got secrecy on my side. A hood hides my ears, a skirt covers the tail. And the red color wasn't to create the irony.
It's the color of blood.
So no one sees my destruction....
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