What once was mine
04-15-2013, 11:25 AM
It was a quiet day in the battlefield. No one disturbed the dame's peace, and she hoped it would stay that way. She was a selfish creature, and of course all the attention had to be on her. But what was surprising was the way she acted if no one payed her attention. Instead of doing something clever, or doing something ridiculous, she would go out and hurt herself. She would pick a fight and get herself beat up, he would scrape her legs on sharp rocks until they bled. Her fur his the small scars she had made in the past, they weren't anything too serious. Besides she was only two years old, just turned two in the last season. The delicate black paws of the dame set themselves beside the blood stained stones that scattered the field, why was she even here? Definitely no place for a dame her size and her beauty. The thin feminine wolf meant no harm to anyone, unless try asked for it. The only dirty work she ever done was with her mouth, she was a bitch born by nature. Her words could hurt big time, or they could make you feel beautiful be any means. Her dark blue eyes set themselves on the ground making sure to avoid the rocks, even though they were stained as a deep red color, she didn't want her precious black paws to get amusing on them, right? And so she stepped around ever single one of them. And so today, she was alone in the place of death and destruction. Walk "Talk" Think |