A Lone Wolf

          Sometimes there are fights that not a single person in the world can help us with. Sometimes we must stand and face the music, and we must do it alone. The lone wolf is the one that is silent when night comes. The one that doesn't howl and bay at the moon.
          We all suffer, and we all hurt... But some of us deal with pain better than others. I tend to alienate when I hurt; destroy my social connections and remain silent. Others will scream at the top of their lungs until someone comes to help; until someone comes to rescue them from themselves, because thats truly what their problem is. Its not what they think is hurting than but rather their own stress induced painful, mourning cycle.
          But you see... When wolves leave the pack they learn to survive. They don't just die off. Granted, maybe some do. Maybe the week ones. But lone wolves learn to fight and fend for themselves. They become stronger than any individual member of a pack... but still not stronger than the pack of course. They don't care though. They don't want to be... They want to be left alone.
          But see, there is a rare occasion that happens every now and then. A meeting of these special beings that starts off as a hostile or disturbing, unwelcome engagement but then ends up resulting in the molding of a group of loners. Such a contradictory idea... yet it certainly happens. They couple up or they make a small group of bonded individualism that stands out amongst the popular crowd and the masses. They shine in their own way, and they would defend each other to the death.
          Life is most interesting for these beings. They love it. They thrive off of it and they are the true silent sufferers. But they are the true conquerers as well. You'll never tame one. You'll never catch one. You'll never kill one.
          So don't try. Don't bother. Don't disturb them. Don't disturb us...