Post by Spot on Dec 25, 2008 18:15:53 GMT -5
.xx. Rumor .xx.
.x. oooh...You set my soul alight
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive .x.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive .x.
I growled at my thoughts. How could Zero compare me to that bitch Layla? I was alone now, far away from Edward and Zero. I could let my uncontrolable mind take over my body yet I felt the need to hold it in. I felt if I let my mind explode on me it would be the last time I could control myself with anything. I didn't want to show weakness. I didn't want to be uncontrolable. I wan't to be able to control myself. I wasn't some insane uncontrolable killing machine. I will be honest, I've never killed anyone yet but I felt it on the tip of my paws that I would eventually. It was the path I was taking I guess. Being a loner you needed to kill, you needed to kill your threats inorder to survive. This wasn't all sugar coated peace. This was the real harsh world.
I walked from one end of the wanderer's terra to the next. I went from the swamps to the South beach. My paws didn't hurt and I wasn't tired. I was use to the never ending walking from walking non-stop in the Bronx clan, in endless circles. This was like a huge maze you couldn't get out of. All diferent turns, nothing was ever the same.
I soon lost myself in my thoughts. I paced up and down the beach. My ears erect and alert listening for any sounds of danger but the only sounds that hit my ears was the echoing hum of the soft waves. This beach was way more peaceful then the North beach. MY nose took in slow and deep breaths examining each scent to make sure nothing seemed different or threating, there was nothing. I could tell the difference in the scents at this peace than the North beach. There wasn't the horrible auroma of rotting flesh and the salt levels weren't as high so it didn't smell as salty which eased my nose better. I was clearly in the perfect spot to quietly think and lose myself in my mind.
My eyes were empty as they traced my foot steps. How could I be compared to Layla. I was nothing like her. The only connection I knew of was the blood that ran through my veins. If I could I would change blood with anyone. Not caring who it came from just not from layla and Craze. All I wanted was to be counted as myself and not as Layla. I didn't want the lead position and I would never return to the Bronx. I knew I couldn't handle the job and I didn't like the fact I was just replacing Layla. I wanted to prove myself not just be placed somewhere.
I sighed. Why did I care so much? I never cared what people thought of me so why should such a think as who my parents are bother me? I could easily forget about them. The only ones that knew who my parents were, were Layla, Craze, my brothers, my sister, and the clan members. It was simple to forget about all of them as well and they would forget about me over time. I would show that you can't compare an off spring to their parents because they are different. I kenw where Layla came from, her mother died back in New York City when she was a few months old, if only I could be as lucky.
Growing up without a mother or a father seemed the perfect way to go with me. I wanted to just disappear in the world, not stand out. I wanted to be like aghost that no one knew of but I appeared only at certain times. Sure I wanted to be feared but only because that would keep people away from me. I went through my thoughts open mindedly, which seemed weird since they were my own thoughts but I disagreed with alot of them.
I would just forget all of this and move on with my life. I would be alone from now on and forever. I would only run into dogs while I traveled and maybe I would talk for a bit but not long until I was done again in a flash. That was my life, a mysterious nomad that could kill. It seemed the perfect title for me. If people found out about ym parents and who they were, oh well. By then hopefully they would be dead along with the rest of their generation and no one would fully remember what they had done so I could change the story around to what I wanted. It was a perfect plan. I was fine with it.
I actually wondered what life was going to be like in a few years, where would I turn out to be? The only place I hoped that wasn't was the Bronx. I never was going back. I snapped out of my thoughts now back into the real world. I lifted my head and looked around to see if I could spot anything worth wild to eat. I foud a flock of sea gulls perched on the soft sand pecking at some washed up fish. I slowly began to stalk the gulls. It was easy to hunt on the beach. The sand was so light and fluffy that it made no sound when you stepped on it. You could stalk quickly and swiftly and catch your prey without it even realizing what had just happened.
I got close to the flock and then pounced. The sea gulls squaked and flew into the air as I quickly grabbed one of them before it took flight. I grabbed it by the wing as that was what was close enough to me sicne it spread out the wings to fly away. I stepped on the bird as it tried to fly away and got a better grip of it around it's neck and quickly snapped it. The bird was dead in an insatant and I began to pick out the feathers and then into the flesh and began eating.
I had finished the bird quickly and my muzzle and paws were coverd in blood so I laid down and began to lick at my paws and my muzzle to get out the blood stains.
I walked from one end of the wanderer's terra to the next. I went from the swamps to the South beach. My paws didn't hurt and I wasn't tired. I was use to the never ending walking from walking non-stop in the Bronx clan, in endless circles. This was like a huge maze you couldn't get out of. All diferent turns, nothing was ever the same.
I soon lost myself in my thoughts. I paced up and down the beach. My ears erect and alert listening for any sounds of danger but the only sounds that hit my ears was the echoing hum of the soft waves. This beach was way more peaceful then the North beach. MY nose took in slow and deep breaths examining each scent to make sure nothing seemed different or threating, there was nothing. I could tell the difference in the scents at this peace than the North beach. There wasn't the horrible auroma of rotting flesh and the salt levels weren't as high so it didn't smell as salty which eased my nose better. I was clearly in the perfect spot to quietly think and lose myself in my mind.
My eyes were empty as they traced my foot steps. How could I be compared to Layla. I was nothing like her. The only connection I knew of was the blood that ran through my veins. If I could I would change blood with anyone. Not caring who it came from just not from layla and Craze. All I wanted was to be counted as myself and not as Layla. I didn't want the lead position and I would never return to the Bronx. I knew I couldn't handle the job and I didn't like the fact I was just replacing Layla. I wanted to prove myself not just be placed somewhere.
I sighed. Why did I care so much? I never cared what people thought of me so why should such a think as who my parents are bother me? I could easily forget about them. The only ones that knew who my parents were, were Layla, Craze, my brothers, my sister, and the clan members. It was simple to forget about all of them as well and they would forget about me over time. I would show that you can't compare an off spring to their parents because they are different. I kenw where Layla came from, her mother died back in New York City when she was a few months old, if only I could be as lucky.
Growing up without a mother or a father seemed the perfect way to go with me. I wanted to just disappear in the world, not stand out. I wanted to be like aghost that no one knew of but I appeared only at certain times. Sure I wanted to be feared but only because that would keep people away from me. I went through my thoughts open mindedly, which seemed weird since they were my own thoughts but I disagreed with alot of them.
I would just forget all of this and move on with my life. I would be alone from now on and forever. I would only run into dogs while I traveled and maybe I would talk for a bit but not long until I was done again in a flash. That was my life, a mysterious nomad that could kill. It seemed the perfect title for me. If people found out about ym parents and who they were, oh well. By then hopefully they would be dead along with the rest of their generation and no one would fully remember what they had done so I could change the story around to what I wanted. It was a perfect plan. I was fine with it.
I actually wondered what life was going to be like in a few years, where would I turn out to be? The only place I hoped that wasn't was the Bronx. I never was going back. I snapped out of my thoughts now back into the real world. I lifted my head and looked around to see if I could spot anything worth wild to eat. I foud a flock of sea gulls perched on the soft sand pecking at some washed up fish. I slowly began to stalk the gulls. It was easy to hunt on the beach. The sand was so light and fluffy that it made no sound when you stepped on it. You could stalk quickly and swiftly and catch your prey without it even realizing what had just happened.
I got close to the flock and then pounced. The sea gulls squaked and flew into the air as I quickly grabbed one of them before it took flight. I grabbed it by the wing as that was what was close enough to me sicne it spread out the wings to fly away. I stepped on the bird as it tried to fly away and got a better grip of it around it's neck and quickly snapped it. The bird was dead in an insatant and I began to pick out the feathers and then into the flesh and began eating.
I had finished the bird quickly and my muzzle and paws were coverd in blood so I laid down and began to lick at my paws and my muzzle to get out the blood stains.
