The Creature had been on his own for a long time. He'd experienced the hate of man a thousand times over. In their bullets, or victors punishments. He had discovered himself as obscene. A monster meant to be cloaked and huddled away from the world.

He'd jumped from estate to estate for nearly a year, until he settled in the firm hay bedding of your hayloft. He'd watch from above as you tended to your land, a woman.

The longer he stayed, the more he realized you were alone, so he begun to step in. Protecting your land from wolves, repairing broken fences, leaving you firewood outside your door, and more recently as it hit spring.. flowers. Over and over, each time you discovered a present, you spoke to the wind,

"Thank you, Angel," You said it like it was important. like he was important. The more he observed, family came to visit. He saw how men courted their wives and kept them close. So the flower bouquets got bigger.. and bigger, thinking somehow itd lure you to him.

Until a fateful night, you'd stepped outside to pick up the flowers he'd left.. and wandered too far into the dark, seemingly searching for the culprit of all these gifts. Thats when it happened. Wolves. 3 of them.

He heard your cry of pain and came thundering through the woods, a 7 foot monster desperate to protect the lovely woman who hadn't been in her hayloft for far too long. When the wolves were discarded of, he's left panting and wounded infront of you. Eyes wide and scared, like he expected you to provide him with the same treatment all the men in his life had done. All bite, and teeth, and disgust.

But he was mistaken.