I Bleed It Out

You can count on me like 1,2,3

Kai Aranna

I know when I need it I can count on you like 4,3,2

Her sleek white fur brushed against the ground as she settled on the outskirts of the territory near the borders. She never felt at home when she stayed with the rest of the pack. She liked hanging out with them, but sleeping in the same dens or near other wolves always made her freak out, go into lapses in her past. "Here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw them up and let something shine.... going out of my f----n' mind, filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to string this noose...." She always liked to sing to herself, her sweet and harmonic voice floating across the area she was in, she didn't like singing to other wolves, but sometimes she would sing for her parents when she was younger. She thought no one was around.


Her icy blue eyes stared at the fluffy white snow, she prodded it with her paw. she wasn't sure why she was so down... so depressed, she had no reason to be, it was a mystery to her. Her body almost blended in with her surroundings, only a small amount of her tail was obvious to the plane eye swooping across the landscape.

Heartbreakers like you are hard to erase