11-30-2009, 07:31 PM
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losing emotion
Aw man, Annee's table doesn't work anymore. Graphics poofed from her photobucket. D:
finding devotion
Chimera was home. That's what her new caretaker, someone who went by the name of Summer, would often say. Although young, Lillith was beginning to differentiate truth from fallacy. A statement of the sort was anything but the truth. There was no one left to rely on; no one except Ahren de le Poer. Her education had been minimal up to this point; what she'd learned stemmed from Thavardo and her teachings, none of which made sense to the average wolf. This was the main reason why she'd made no friends thus far. How could she? Other puppies were all simpletons, unable to tell left from right. In reality, Lillith found herself unable to look them straight in the eye. Jealousy would ripple beneath the surface everytime she'd lay eyes on their bubbly little faces.
His squeals announced his arrival before she could even notice another's presence. Already, he irked her to no end. He'd trespassed on her territory without asking permission first. Azathoth had crumbled to the ground, but it hadn't yet dawned on her that she had absolutely no right to claim the Jungle as her home any longer. "Hey," she whispered at first, short little tail held up high. But then, as her frustration grew, she mustered up a louder: "HEY!" She couldn't have no beetle-munching brat on her turf. How annoying. Sharp puppy claws dug into the ground, where Crow's daughter stood her ground with fervent determination. "Scuse me, what are you doing?" After a brief moment of deliberation, she continued with a second, more pertinent question. Was he one of them, the sinners who'd taken everything away from her family? "You know him, maybe? The monster with mean green eyes?"
Aw man, Annee's table doesn't work anymore. Graphics poofed from her photobucket. D:
finding devotion
Chimera was home. That's what her new caretaker, someone who went by the name of Summer, would often say. Although young, Lillith was beginning to differentiate truth from fallacy. A statement of the sort was anything but the truth. There was no one left to rely on; no one except Ahren de le Poer. Her education had been minimal up to this point; what she'd learned stemmed from Thavardo and her teachings, none of which made sense to the average wolf. This was the main reason why she'd made no friends thus far. How could she? Other puppies were all simpletons, unable to tell left from right. In reality, Lillith found herself unable to look them straight in the eye. Jealousy would ripple beneath the surface everytime she'd lay eyes on their bubbly little faces.
His squeals announced his arrival before she could even notice another's presence. Already, he irked her to no end. He'd trespassed on her territory without asking permission first. Azathoth had crumbled to the ground, but it hadn't yet dawned on her that she had absolutely no right to claim the Jungle as her home any longer. "Hey," she whispered at first, short little tail held up high. But then, as her frustration grew, she mustered up a louder: "HEY!" She couldn't have no beetle-munching brat on her turf. How annoying. Sharp puppy claws dug into the ground, where Crow's daughter stood her ground with fervent determination. "Scuse me, what are you doing?" After a brief moment of deliberation, she continued with a second, more pertinent question. Was he one of them, the sinners who'd taken everything away from her family? "You know him, maybe? The monster with mean green eyes?"