10-14-2008, 07:50 AM
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| http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... blemew.jpg);background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom;">ans serif;font-size:11px;line-height:11px; color:#0f2034; padding:4px; margin-bottom:120px; text-align:justify;"> All Welcome, maximum 2 please  Word count: 437 Perhaps she should stop sulking around. Perhaps Mew Sadira, the oldest of her litter, should gather some strength and address her brother as the lunatic he was. Or perhaps she should just keep sitting here, on the wooden structures that made up the harbor, taking in a twilight view and thinking about the things she should do - but probably never would. Perhaps she should go talk to her mother. It's been a long time since they had spoken, and a long time since Mew had heard about her at all. Again the femme was without family bonds, but this time it didn't hurt as much, except the one issue where her family tree was supposed to have roots below her own name. Sighing, Mew laid down, stretching her arms over her head and her legs in the other direction as far as they went, feeling her joints click in a satisfying way. There were so many unchangeable things. Like the wolves that had died by coyote fangs when Haku started the war on their behalf. Neither of the Dahlians had asked for it. And now there was peace, but Mew had not asked for that. Always there would be someone unsatisfied with a situation. Perhaps Mew was crazy to want war, but then again - she wanted it only for herself. It already was a personal war, and Mew would keep at it 'till the day she died. It had been nice to have the others supporting her cause - though unknowingly - for a little while, although she was not as selfish as her brother, and thus she wouldn't bring it down on them again. Because they hadn't asked for it. Green eyes stared out to sea as if the grown female was dead, but she was thinking. Her face was blank, showing not a hint of either happiness or sadness or anger; although her mind was absent, playing around elsewhere, her habit of concealing facial expressions stuck too well and worked even when she did not actively decide to do it. Her guitar and the leather purse with sheets of music and lyrics in several languages lay to her right, away from the water. She didn't want the leather to be damaged in case of a salty spray in her direction. It was cold, but she was naked. It seemed odd to dress herself in human clothes. She was a wolfess, after all, and not close to humans in any way beside her arms and legs. And clearly, that lust for blood that ran through her brain at that moment wasn't human at all. |