Je danse avec le vent la pluie

~ I dance with the wind and rain

I don't do French. In fact, I don't do languages. It just doesn't suit me. I get absolutely horrid scores in all of them except Latin. So... *shrug*

However I love the french quote as follows:

 Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes 

~ We hunt those who hunt us - Allison Argent, Teen Wolf (New Hunter's Code)

I was on the edge. The edge of the world, the sea, the earth. The edge of life, and the edge of death. I was on the edge.

A gasp of exhilaration escaped me, a white huff of air visibly coming from my mouth as I threw my hands into the air. I was on the Sealer's Hang, the cliff which had saved love, made love and... claimed lives. But that was only a small disadvantage. It took me ages to climb up- I wouldn't back out now. It was part of my evaluation. To prove myself, I had to show the courage to jump.

This would prove who I was. Whether I had a wolf, or if I was an imposter. I had to do it. And preferably enjoy it. So I backed up a bit, a huge smile on my face as I readied myself to sprint. On the count of three. I knew the rest of the pack would be watching me, though they could not be seen.

One, I will finally be a true wolf, part and worthy of a pack.

Two, I will have a family, one that trusts and looks out for each other.

Three, I will be accepted, even with any differences I had. And I had plenty.

My feet moved, my mind not accepting that this was actually happening. But there was a figure at the edge of the cliff. A figure that would be pushed in if I didn't stop now. I dug my heels into the ground, cursing colorfully. Skidding, I came to a stop at the feet of a lady in white, waving her hands in the air in what seemed like dancing.

She turned to me, with a kind face and wise eyes, and said "Je danse avec le vent la pluie." Before turning back around and falling. I scrambled to the edge in attempt to save her, panting, but my fingers caught only feathers. The lady had disappeared, and all that was left were... feathers.

Sitting back, I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I had one chance, and I blew it. I let an illusion take control of my senses, and I blew it.