Post by hidden on Dec 20, 2008 22:32:42 GMT -5
It's a bad trip on a sinking ship, when no-one seems responsible
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone EXPENDABLE
Volunteers to face the fears, can we besensible
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all
Crunch.
It was the only sound that was heard by him,the only one that was made by him rather.The sound of it reflected against the morning sounding as loud as a earthquake,although it could have only been slightly louder than an ant's step's.Fakestar's aud's paid far to much attention to sounds than they should have,liking to make every sound five times more important than it needs to be.Perhaps that was a good thing as he had never had gotten in any trouble from not hearing what was approaching.
Anyways,he cringed slightly at this noise and relaxed slightly realizing that no one heard.It must've looked somewhat quirky,or weird,to a viewer that a Wolf was doing such a thing.It was one of his few quirks;or one of his many he thought.Fakestar had such low self-esteem.Oh he never voiced it or anything,but the way he reacted,hesitating before doing something new or not,showed.
Fake was a handsome Arctic Wolf with a pelt of off white.Or dirty white as he called it.Wolf was big,for a dog and for his breed. Perhaps as big as a pony? He was strong as he rarely stayed in one place for a while,in case some one called on one of his faults and went against him.It was that fact that made it weird that he joined a pack,leading one as well.
Next Contestant,Yanking Out My Heart,Lovingly Tender,Control, Militia,Rouge,Santos
The names ran through his head with a wave of guilt.Contestant, the kind but strict leader,Heart the loyal warrior,Love the mother figure, Control the military leader,Militia the fearless purebred,Rouge the peppy young pup,Santos the open minded mutt. He had left them all.Fake the betrayer.He had often thought of returning to them,but after all that heart break?That was only one of the reasons though,the one that prevented him the most was the fear that he wasn't missed at all and that they had already forgotten him.And the fact that he now had his own clan to lead.
Wolf sighed ever so softly and began to carefully walk forward. His cranium was held low,his tail held down. His pelt was somewhat mangled and he truely looked like a street dog now.He was the leader but he didn't feel like one.
Nose smelt the vixen .She smelt like young innocence yet guilty of some crime.Which is quite contradictory but she did.She was innocent yet called herself guilty.Same as him except for the fact that he really was guilty.
Fakestar had never know how to talk to females.Some liked it when you introduced yourself and asked their name,or just your name,or just a simple hello.Some preferred that you don't talk to them at all. Females were so d**n complicated. A vixen he had heard of had said for a brute to go away when he was on free land and he had every right to be there.The bad part was that she was thinking that brute's are so pushy and possessive.Hypocrite.Not all of the female sex are like that as are not of the male.Some just give a bad reputation to the rest of us.
He stood tall again,fixing himself.He gave himself a dominant look and raised his head and tail.Stepping forward,going to meet the wolf who lurked ahead.
Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone EXPENDABLE
Volunteers to face the fears, can we be
And find a way to break the fall, find out the cure for all
Crunch.
It was the only sound that was heard by him,the only one that was made by him rather.The sound of it reflected against the morning sounding as loud as a earthquake,although it could have only been slightly louder than an ant's step's.Fakestar's aud's paid far to much attention to sounds than they should have,liking to make every sound five times more important than it needs to be.Perhaps that was a good thing as he had never had gotten in any trouble from not hearing what was approaching.
Anyways,he cringed slightly at this noise and relaxed slightly realizing that no one heard.It must've looked somewhat quirky,or weird,to a viewer that a Wolf was doing such a thing.It was one of his few quirks;or one of his many he thought.Fakestar had such low self-esteem.Oh he never voiced it or anything,but the way he reacted,hesitating before doing something new or not,showed.
Fake was a handsome Arctic Wolf with a pelt of off white.Or dirty white as he called it.Wolf was big,for a dog and for his breed. Perhaps as big as a pony? He was strong as he rarely stayed in one place for a while,in case some one called on one of his faults and went against him.It was that fact that made it weird that he joined a pack,leading one as well.
Next Contestant,Yanking Out My Heart,Lovingly Tender,Control, Militia,Rouge,Santos
The names ran through his head with a wave of guilt.Contestant, the kind but strict leader,Heart the loyal warrior,Love the mother figure, Control the military leader,Militia the fearless purebred,Rouge the peppy young pup,Santos the open minded mutt. He had left them all.Fake the betrayer.He had often thought of returning to them,but after all that heart break?That was only one of the reasons though,the one that prevented him the most was the fear that he wasn't missed at all and that they had already forgotten him.And the fact that he now had his own clan to lead.
Wolf sighed ever so softly and began to carefully walk forward. His cranium was held low,his tail held down. His pelt was somewhat mangled and he truely looked like a street dog now.He was the leader but he didn't feel like one.
Nose smelt the vixen .She smelt like young innocence yet guilty of some crime.Which is quite contradictory but she did.She was innocent yet called herself guilty.Same as him except for the fact that he really was guilty.
Fakestar had never know how to talk to females.Some liked it when you introduced yourself and asked their name,or just your name,or just a simple hello.Some preferred that you don't talk to them at all. Females were so d**n complicated. A vixen he had heard of had said for a brute to go away when he was on free land and he had every right to be there.The bad part was that she was thinking that brute's are so pushy and possessive.Hypocrite.Not all of the female sex are like that as are not of the male.Some just give a bad reputation to the rest of us.
He stood tall again,fixing himself.He gave himself a dominant look and raised his head and tail.Stepping forward,going to meet the wolf who lurked ahead.
Farewell is a word,
So simple, so dour
Saying what started
but did not endure.
Farewell is a feeling
of something that’s gone
Farewell is a memory
that stays for too long
Farewell is everything
that’s been left unsaid
Farewell is the greeting
of someone
who’s dead.
So simple, so dour
Saying what started
but did not endure.
Farewell is a feeling
of something that’s gone
Farewell is a memory
that stays for too long
Farewell is everything
that’s been left unsaid
Farewell is the greeting
of someone
who’s dead.
