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Post by F L A M E on Dec 7, 2008 2:26:37 GMT -5
My dark form padded along the sidewalk, it was me Shadow in my Germen Shep form. Some thought me crazy, but was I really? or were they the crazy ones? I laugh at those who dare insult me! My black tail hung limply behind me. I was more bored than you could ever imagine, and worse no one seemed to like me, so I had no friends. I needed to find my special someone, my shadow. I had always been the shadow, so where was my shadow? I growled as I felt a cold hand on my pelt, a shiver ran down my spine, I turned around, it was a human... I snapped at them, and left them with a bloody hand. Teach you to pet me! I thought angrily, I was not pet and I never would be!
-lol feel free to join anyone, Shadow has... a unique personality-
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Post by |K|o|y|a|m|i| on Dec 7, 2008 12:06:41 GMT -5
It was the blood that she smelled in her Raven form that led her to the scene of the crime. She glided on an air current, watching as the scene unfolded before her, the German Shepard biting the unsuspecting man. If it were a normal stray, it would be in the pound by now. A smile came over her mind-her beak, you see, did not bend to such a task, and she fluttered down to perch upon a bench that was not too far away from the black dog. Pity him, he seems mislead, she thought, the rhythm in her grotesque mind continuing with each thought. Her brothers had created the unworldly creature, and they had not tended what they planted. So here she was, the little darling, a sinner amongst even her own shift's kind as she stared upon the dog. A needle hit her heart as she realized that feeling welling up inside her, that feeling of memories attacking her mind as she already was intrigued by this dog. History would be repeating itself, if anything really did happen. A dog and a bird, how different could they possibly be? She cave a crow, watching him, waiting for him to turn and look at her beady bird eyes. Let the games begin, oh shadowed one. [/size][/center]
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Post by M A T R I X on Dec 7, 2008 13:59:42 GMT -5
The silence was louder than anything I had ever heard before. Nothing in the world seemed to be louder than the beat of my heart. I could hear them following me, but every time I chanced a quick look over my shoulder, they disappearing like a puff of smoke. shaking my head, my black unkempt hair flew everywhere. I was so paranoid, it was horror. My life was a bug on a windshield. Mitsuki, they called me. The 'full moon'. Well, I was no werewolf, I could tell you that. So here I was, a freakishly tall teenager, labeled weird in my high school, but no one daring say it to my face. In our school I suppose I was the big and bad dude that could hurt you in a heartbeat, and I would if I could use these wonderful things called claws. Mr. and Mrs. Harden didn't suspect a thing about me. They didn't realize that it was odd for me to not beg them for the iPOD, or bring home a few friends, or get any calls from the principal telling them that if their son didn't get his grades up the only choice would be summer school. Anyways, I continued my walk, with that slouch thing that mom and dad would call 'gangster style' and added a glare at the high school girls on the other side of the street. A growl rose from my throat and they scattered, squealing and only the bravest continuing their stroll. Then I spotted a man backing up from a German shepherd, his hand bloodied by the bite that seemed to have been inflicted. I walked over to him, seeing that he wasn't an ordinary dog, paused, and then reached out my hand to pet him. Let's see if he bites me! I thought, knowing this was stupid, But if he does, he'll get a big surprise coming... I sighed and then withdrew my hand, Why am I so horribly evil?
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Post by F L A M E on Dec 7, 2008 14:34:05 GMT -5
I turned around and growled at the new person, though he seemed to be a shifter, like me. So I didn't bite him as I did the other one I just looked at him with anger in my shadowy eyes. My wish to be alone now seemed ruined because of him. I just growled again and walked as far away as I could. I hoped no one would follow me, but if he did... so be it. My long tail dragged on the ground as I sadly roamed this world looking for someone to... be my shadow. I never even noticed the bird who had perched not far away from me. Then, I stopped and sat down on the sidewalk. I don't know why, but just like a normal dog, I sat down and howled. My howl was filled with darkness because I knew... I was just a mistake! My parents never loved me! And I don't think anyone ever will.
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Post by M A T R I X on Dec 7, 2008 14:45:15 GMT -5
I felt a tad bit disappointed when he didn't bite me, oh how I would have loved to have a real reason to tear someone apart. I snarled, baring unnatural white canines as he knew that I was a shifter as well. I looked over to see the raven perched on a bench not too far away from him. She seemed to be a shifter as well, no bird would have the nerve to sit that close to a snarling dog, so I walked over and sat on the bench beside her. Sighing, I was about to lay my head back and sleep when a rude howling awoke me from my dreams. shutup....Shutup....SHUTUP! My mind was in a full fledged battle of it's own now, and I shifted into my half tiger half lion form and snarled, "Shut that stupid howling up you mutt! Your not the only one with problems in this world so shut the heck up!" I turned to face him, a slicing frown etched across my face and glared at him through these lion eyes. Why can't anyone have the decentcy to shut their stupid moping up and live quietly?! Has he even glanced at my face? I'm a freakin' halfling for crying out loud! He's just a German Shepherd!
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Post by |K|o|y|a|m|i| on Dec 7, 2008 14:53:26 GMT -5
Along came a man and sat down beside her, but it didn't frighten this little miss muffet away. She cawed, but by the time she had; hell seemed to have broken loose. Her beady eyes rolled as the two men squared it off. Her thoughts were doing back flips as she watched them. But the german shepard was making some sort of awful howling, and it was driving even her insane. It held darkness, but not depth. She spread her wings; no amount of yelling from the now tiger/lion was going to stop the howling, but perhaps if she tried to peck the dogs eyes out everything would be fine. She swooped with a caw, and aimed herself at him, straight at him, despise in her eyes for the dog. Move your feet boy, and the wind can change just as fast. Close your eyes boy, and it'll still hurt. [/size][/center]
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Post by F L A M E on Dec 7, 2008 15:02:43 GMT -5
I watched the guy, and as he shifted I backed away, then I barked "Do your worst! Who wants me in this world anyway! Kill me!" I stayed, though there was a raven trying to blind me and a tiger/lion trying to kill me, I stayed. Then I barked again "Is that your worst bird! Come on... Bring my life to an end so I don't have to think about my loneliness anymore!" I backed away, staring to feel my vision fading. Oh great now I'll be unloved and blind! he thought angrily. He watched the tiger/lion and said "Come out and play kitty kitty kitty!"
-Shadow's gone sorta... crazy...-
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Post by MATRIX1 on Dec 7, 2008 15:14:49 GMT -5
I settled down comfortably on the bench as this raven did my job for me. He would be blind, and quit that stupid howling buisness that was keeping me awake. The only sounds I heard were the cawing and insults of the German Shepherd. But then it came. No one, NO ONE, EVER called me kitty! I jumped to my feet, claws unsheathed and ready to inflict pain. I prowled forward, muttering under my breath,"What did you just call me? Oh... The last thing you will ever hear are the slicing blades of my claws..." Fury blazing in my eyes, I lashed out at this dog, catching his side with merciless claws. Leaping, I aimed for the top of him, angry blood pulsing through my fire stricken veins.
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Post by |K|o|y|a|m|i| on Dec 7, 2008 15:20:14 GMT -5
An idea had struck her in mid flight as she heard his words. Obviously, this poor idiot was having problems. She could torture him in other ways besides being blind. She blinked, remembering what she had been wearing earlier. Yes; yes; that would be well enough, the black funeral dress she had grown so attached to. Since the lion had already blown their cover, she figured she might as well blow hers. She dropped to her feet, beady eyes reverting to their gray human form as the final step. She heard the claws scrap against pavement, and she turned. She was in the way now, the lion was going to maim her it seemed before he got to the dog. "Oh, well isn't this nice?" She sung out, right as she felt the weight of the cat pressing into her stomach and felt herself falling backwards... [/size][/center]
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Post by F L A M E on Dec 7, 2008 15:32:39 GMT -5
I watched with what vision I had left, for I was partially blind now. I growled, and rushed over to her side. Then I said, "You... you saved me? Why?" I was confused why she would take the claws meant for me... meant to kill me. Never once had anyone done that for me. I looked at the tiger/lion and new I was next, but I would not leave. Not after someone actually cared enough to save me... I watched him closely, I was not afraid, I growled at him felt blood dripping from my side, where he had gotten me.
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Post by |K|o|y|a|m|i| on Dec 7, 2008 15:57:52 GMT -5
Her eyes flickered up, the weight of the large cat still on top of her. She could hear it snapping it's teeth, but she didn't know what exactly it was doing. She grimaced as it's claws dug into her chest. "Sorry to burst your bubble baby, but this was purely an accident. I was going to stop him from attacking you, sure, but I wasn't going to get killed for you. What do you know? I'm bleeding from the inside out." She groaned and winced again as the claws dug into her, her eyes catching sight of the crimson ooze that was pouring from her veins; the purple bruises that were appearing where she was internally bleeding. Her gaze shifted to the Tiger, and her eyes narrowed. I better not die, you sucker, or you'll be haunted for the rest of your life, never finding any place to hide from me. She thought, as vision seemed to start to fade. [/size][/center]
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Post by M A T R I X on Dec 7, 2008 18:48:47 GMT -5
I let out a fiery growl, and if she wanted my lust for blood to land on her so be it. She would be the victim if she wanted to. Nothing was going to stand in my way now. Dropping into a crouch, I began the suspensful stalk, watching them both with bloodshot eyes. My claws were flexing, ready to rip flesh and just let the blood flow... But then I stopped. Did I really want to tear them apart? 99.9% of me said yes, but that little .1% was screaming no, and louder than all of the rest. I shifted back into human form, my knees on the ground, my head hanging limply between my shoulders. The black glasses I wore fell off, and I was in no hurry to snatch them back up. So I just crawled to my feet and limped over to the bench, and I didn't care if the two lovebirds made out in front of me. If she wanted to save this poor miserable piece of snot's life, I wasn't going to stop her. But if these two ever got into my way again, that .1% would vanish in a heartbeat, and the bloodthristy tiger would appear before their very eyes, snapping the fangs that brought death to them all...
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Post by F L A M E on Dec 7, 2008 19:08:39 GMT -5
I soon got the message that I was unwanted so I sighed and started to pad away. Then I turned back and said, "Thanks..." to the female who saved me. It may have been an accident, but still she saved me. Then, I turned to walk away, sighing and bleeding from my side. My black and red, bloody, figure padded into a dark alley. I wondered if I would be followed, but of course I wouldn't who wants to be around someone like me? I sat down in the alley, feeling weak from blood loss, and feeling my vision become clear once again.
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Post by |K|o|y|a|m|i| on Dec 7, 2008 19:22:54 GMT -5
It was her turn to enter the scene, the woman of a lot of men's dreams. Nothing like her little sister that now lay sprawled out on the ground before her. She couldn't help but laugh at the brat. That one had been pampered and loved, this one, this blonde bombshell was merely an understudy of her mother. But her eyes lighted upon the boy; something about him sung out to her. He leaned on that bench like it was his throne. She smirked and winked at him, and then turned her attention back to the corpse. She kicked it hard in the side. It writhed in pain. "Get up baby, nanny's in the other room with your bottle." The woman cackled and spat on the shallow breathing body, glaring down at it before she looked to the boy and flicked her hair back. She put an innocent smile on and walked over to Mitsuki, reaching her hand out to shake it. Her voice was sweet and sincere. "Thank you, thank you ever so much for ridding the world of that incredulous pest." Without even asking, she sat down beside him, rather closely. "They call me Angel, though many beg to differ. What about you, handsome?" She looked at him for a moment, but she just couldn't keep looking at someone for that long. She looked straight ahead, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, popping on in her mouth and lighting it up. She looked to Mitsuki. "Want one? They're the menthol free kind." [/size][/center] She heard the voices scuffling around her, she heard all hell break lose; and then she heard the voice of the demon; of the witch in her nightmares. Her weakened state, she couldn't get away in either form, but at least as a bird she was smaller, and the cold would not bite at her wounds. So she shifted again, and those beady eyes glared up at her sister; the one she never knew; only saw often enough. Who was she to hang things over Abigail's head. Smoking. Smoking. She was sensitive to smoke. She turned, and laboriously flapped her wings and made some height off the ground, following the wounded dog. She found him in an alleyway, and she perched precariously on the edge of a dumpster, watching him through forlorn eyes. "Don't run like miss muffet, listen to what the spider has to say. Chin up, chin up. Over and over..." She crowed softly, looking down at him. She had hurt him, she knew that. And he was a wounded soul just like she. [/size][/center]
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Post by F L A M E on Dec 7, 2008 19:56:14 GMT -5
A soft tear escaped my eye, then I heard a bird, I looked up to see the same raven who tried to blind me and ended up saving me. "Hello..." I said softly to her. Then, my tail starts to wag because I'm starting not to feel as lonely. Though what has been internally done will never heal. My soul has been wounded with a wound that I will always have. Then, i spoke again in a soft tone, "What is it you want?..." My dark eyes focused on the bird, and I wondered if she was here because she...cared.
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