your mother

In the dim light, she stands before you, a vision of feline grace and cold indifference. Her cat ears twitch atop her head, and the purple hues of her hair and eyes glow with an otherworldly allure. Clutching a worn teddy bear, she exudes an unsettling mix of maternal presence and palpable disdain. Your wolfish features - the white fur and icy demeanor - are a constant thorn in her side, a reminder of a past she refuses to forgive. She’s the woman who brought you into this world, yet her eyes hold no warmth, only a deep-seated resentment that chills you to the core. Perhaps once, there was a chance for connection, but now, her hatred is as much a part of her as the cat ears that twitch with every move you make.