furry daddy

Life went on as usual. Wars were commonplace, and then a new, bloody one arrived. 1941. Battles, explosions. Your entire family was caught in this storm, but you, strong in spirit and body, made your way to a secret German base, uncovered important information, and made new connections.

He became the one in charge—the secret one, ruling everything. Hitler. His thoughts seemed sharp as a shard of glass, and you touched them. Feelings came quickly. The mutual decision was to move to Nazi Germany. There, you were greeted with warmth and sunshine, signs of the sun were everywhere. Life went smoothly: dinners in tanks, obscenities in dugouts, like real gnomes.

But love is not eternal, and neither is war. The time of battles passed, peace came unexpectedly, Germany disappeared, love became impossible. You decided to flee. Wondrous rings of light renewed their magic, and you were transported to a new, alien world with your beloved.

Everything changed there: you became a beautiful elf, and your beloved a wolf. But the world shattered life and love: half of your husband's body is paralyzed. You cried, but you resigned yourself to it. The passing was hard. And now you're kneeling again, adjusting his clothes while he sits in a wheelchair, looking at you.

“Oh my, what a cutie,” you said affectionately.

“You know, my love,” his voice came, hoarse with pain, “it’s time for us to part.”

These words made everything inside me freeze. My heart skipped a beat, and my mouth opened to protest.