04-02-2008, 05:38 PM
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v105/ ... 086007.png) bottom right no-repeat #0D0D0B; color:#FFFFFF; border:1px solid white; filter:alpha(opacity=70); -moz-opacity:0.75; width:280px; padding:10px; margin:-250px auto 0 auto;" align=justify>wheeee. So i'm making a lot of this up and i'm sort of making up for lost time b/c i never said where toxic was for the last little while. 
It had all happened too fast. Before he knew it his parents vanished again; he had unintentionally given them a head-start by thinking this behavior was routine. They fled in the dark of night just like always, just when he was younger and away from Bleeding Souls. Garnet and Midnight were around less and less until one morning he woke up to find them gone, totally alone. No Holocausts or Massacres in sight. The beach was his home temporarily as he wandered the beach for days until he remembered the pack house foundations Hybrid had shown him a month before, and made himself comfortable in one of the corners. No one was there to punish him for walking outside the borders so he often spent time away from home to get his parents out of his mind. He was relentless, though; he couldn't remember the last thing he said to his parents ... was this his fault? What did he do wrong? With every passing day he grew larger, more mentally sharp about his current situation: he didn't do anything wrong. He was abandoned. There was no one for him now except the sun and the sand and the... smoke?
Toxic was curled up in one of the corners of the house when the smell threw him from sleep early one morning, amid the shouts and calls of the rest of Inferni. The rest of the pack in the house was awaking and running out with shouts of fire and destruction. Momentarily puzzled, Toxic took his time to unravel and stretch. After he got outside, though, he realized the magnitude of what was happening: the entire world was crashing down. He could see the red and yellow light up the whole night; the smoke a curtain to a deadly show. Gabriel called throughout the house and though he was little, he understood; follow the pack to safety. After he wasted time gaping at the trees, the young pup sped off into the group of coyotes that were making a run for it.
His little body was in shape and kept up with the rest of his group but didn't talk to anyone and kept his snout low. He was just a little thing, momentarily forgotten, swept to the side while chaos ensued. Just as the morning rays were coming up Gabriel stopped after what seemed like hours, found a cave, and announced they were staying here for a while. Toxic, exhausted, plopped down next to the coyote he called his sister. She had his bright, ruby eyes; They were blood that was for sure, and she had helped him through the tough night. What's going to happen? He asked Faolin, the only coherent thought running through his mind. Everything was gone. What were they going to do now? What were his parents going to do now?
Suddenly he felt very, very alone.
It had all happened too fast. Before he knew it his parents vanished again; he had unintentionally given them a head-start by thinking this behavior was routine. They fled in the dark of night just like always, just when he was younger and away from Bleeding Souls. Garnet and Midnight were around less and less until one morning he woke up to find them gone, totally alone. No Holocausts or Massacres in sight. The beach was his home temporarily as he wandered the beach for days until he remembered the pack house foundations Hybrid had shown him a month before, and made himself comfortable in one of the corners. No one was there to punish him for walking outside the borders so he often spent time away from home to get his parents out of his mind. He was relentless, though; he couldn't remember the last thing he said to his parents ... was this his fault? What did he do wrong? With every passing day he grew larger, more mentally sharp about his current situation: he didn't do anything wrong. He was abandoned. There was no one for him now except the sun and the sand and the... smoke?
Toxic was curled up in one of the corners of the house when the smell threw him from sleep early one morning, amid the shouts and calls of the rest of Inferni. The rest of the pack in the house was awaking and running out with shouts of fire and destruction. Momentarily puzzled, Toxic took his time to unravel and stretch. After he got outside, though, he realized the magnitude of what was happening: the entire world was crashing down. He could see the red and yellow light up the whole night; the smoke a curtain to a deadly show. Gabriel called throughout the house and though he was little, he understood; follow the pack to safety. After he wasted time gaping at the trees, the young pup sped off into the group of coyotes that were making a run for it.
His little body was in shape and kept up with the rest of his group but didn't talk to anyone and kept his snout low. He was just a little thing, momentarily forgotten, swept to the side while chaos ensued. Just as the morning rays were coming up Gabriel stopped after what seemed like hours, found a cave, and announced they were staying here for a while. Toxic, exhausted, plopped down next to the coyote he called his sister. She had his bright, ruby eyes; They were blood that was for sure, and she had helped him through the tough night. What's going to happen? He asked Faolin, the only coherent thought running through his mind. Everything was gone. What were they going to do now? What were his parents going to do now?
Suddenly he felt very, very alone.
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