02-05-2009, 08:53 AM
[html]
Svara snorted at the female. She really hated those who though they knew how she was. Telling her to leave only made her walk closer and become more irritating. A shit eating grin settled over her maw as she sat down in the snow. "Why would I leave? Then you would still be bored and I wouldn't be having fun irritating you." The she wolf said it with a hint of joy.
Watching the brown wolf she really knew why she hated those who sulked about their lives and past events. Really was there any purpose in it? She remembered when her mother had killed her own siblings; Sorrow had not been what she felt, but anger and rage. Svara felt even more of it when the bitch killed her presious father. No one understood her, or what happened in her life. They were all fools if they thought they did. |
 |