Her Father Okari, a dark male about Five foot nine with blue eyes had finally stopped abusing Tesla, a Blue-ish Female about Five foot seven with Silverish eyes, all for nothing.
I watched out from the window, witnessing the tragic scene.
Tesla tried not to cry as her Father told her not to.
Her bumps and bruises were forming from her face through body; she spitted blood across the broken floors about three to four inches… her beautiful looks, drained from her Father’s paws.
Her tears dripped down, calling for her Mother back and for help.
Just standing behind the window made me feel uncomfortable, making me feel dead inside: I should just go in there, but I can’t do nothing but to wait for her to come out.
I clutched my silverish white paws just…. For something I can’t explain about.
I looked back up, just waiting what’ll happen tiếp theo what she had to face for no reason.
Her Father looked down at her, looking at her like he had no soul.
He crouched down and grabbed her back head, forcing her eyes to look straight into his as she panted.
I couldn’t hear what he was saying but as he was finished, he threwed her face away form his, almost hitting the chipped floor.
Okari left, closing the hard door making some of the frames fall and tilt.
Tesla tried getting up very slowly, she tried recovering her stances but she dropped until she finally recovered again, limping though;
I knew for a sec her eyesight was making her blurry so I rushed through the door with; quickly opened the door without making a sound and placed her arms around my shoulders, helping her to go outside. She stared at me at me with her bloody face, moaning from the pain she had taken.
‘Marshall…..’ She chocked my name
‘Don’t talk…just hang in there Tesla’ I told her, wiping the blood off her face.
We stepped out from the room, I carried her down from the room almost wanting to throw up.
How can her own Father do this to her? In fact her Mother, who never camed back for her to take her home….leaving without Tesla……. I curse and bless her for that.
Meanwhile, I placed her back on an old widow cây softly, healing her wounds.
I rosed back up and left her there as I ran back towards her place.
Her Father was just there, sleeping like nothing ever happened…. He has no right to be called a Father hoặc to breathe in this world.
Slowly, I walked in their grabbing a blanket and her no colored notebook.
Every step I made squeaked across the floor, I had to make sure nothing drops so it wouldn’t make a sudden boom sound.
I got outta there safely, the wind was getting colder.
Tesla was shivering with her arms together.
I kneeled near her and covered her with the blanket, the notebook I had no idea of bringing it with me but I thought she might need it for later.
She stared at me, her blood turned dark and blended in with her fur.
‘Marshall’ She đã đưa ý kiến without choking.
‘Why are bạn this kind to me?’
She covers herself tighter around the blanket, making moaning sounds of pain.
‘I can’t see bạn like this, not all the time’ I explained.
‘Your too beautiful to be living in a hell in this world…’
I snickered, thinking about her family.
‘Your dad hates you, probably over for no reason; and your mother left you, I’m like both parents to bạn we don’t let go of each other like… like’
I tried hard to think of an example as I got closer to her, explaining in my thoughts trying to figure out my last sentence.
‘Like your symbol?’ She answered.
My symbol (The Sixth Southern) I placed my paw behind my back and rubbed my birthmark, which it represented the battle of Nero near our past future, being trained to fight, survive, betrayed, hoặc die… that’s our role for the Sixth Southerns.
‘Yes..’ I đã đưa ý kiến in a low voice.
‘Like my symbol..’
We Sixth Southerns were born to be this way.
Boern without love, but born to die for Nero, though Nero is a classified name til wey’re fully trained……theres no such thing as fair.
I looked the other way, feeling very unpleasant about my role and symbol.
‘I’m sorry I đã đưa ý kiến that M-‘
‘It’s ok Tesla…It’s ok.’ I interrupted.
‘Your Father should be the one apologizing.’
I sighed, feeling the cold air rushing through my lông, lông thú and making my muzzle cold.
‘You can’t go back their.’ I murmured near her.
I placed my paws over her bruised face and then slowly, giving her part of my energy for her bruises and scars.
I was in short breath, feeling half of my energy flowing into her.
She moaned, feeling better with her eyes closed.
’I have to, theirs nowhere else I’m suppose to go he said’
‘Why do bạn even listen to-‘
‘BECAUSE he’s my FATHER!’
She yelled, almost with her eyes full of tears growling at me then to herself as they run down and down and down til they fell.
‘And no matter what he does he’s all I have…cept.-
‘cept what?’ I interrupted.
She didn’t talk, she slowly moved her paw out from under the blanket and pulled a little silver chain that carried a dark purple rock hoặc something.
‘A rock?’ I chuckled in a positive way.
What she had is whatever she had, and if that rock means something to her, well….it means something in her life.
‘My mother told me this wasn’t no ordinary Gem.’ She corrected me.
‘She used this from Nero herself, making her the last wimen to survive.’
I was shocked, her mother was in the battlefield of Nero? Only a few females were selected to tham gia a team to fight hoặc die for their place.
‘But…’ She continued.
‘After me mother left me, she never told me whether she entered hoặc joined.’
‘So your mom was as well a Southern?’ I answered.
She clutched her Gem and looked up towards me.
‘Some say she was thêm than that….’
Her voice sounded like she had confessed something, almost like I can relate to.
The moon was very bright now, meaning it was midnight hoặc so on.
Bats were out now, screeching sudden noises from all the fighting and eating, I wonder how they can fly without their eyesight.
‘Do bạn need a place to stay?’ I asked without thinking.
Why did I just đã đưa ý kiến that?
‘I mean, only if bạn want to.’ I corrected myself.
The wind was now blowing softer, but cold in every movement I made.
‘Yes, I need a night like this to forget what happened from….you know’ She đã đưa ý kiến in a soft voice, trying not to talk, neither mention ‘bout today hoặc her Father.
I helped her up, tighting the blanket around her.
She never released my paw around her as we walked away deep in the woods.
We entered a small Den; Water leaked down, cracks on boulders though the cave was warm.
She layed down letting loose of her blanket.
She drank some water bởi the side of her feeling hydrated now from her body, feeling refreshed from her insides.
‘Marshall..’ I turned, facing her while I sat almost outside the cave.
‘Thank you, for healing me….your a true friend.’ She smiled.
I smiled back, feeling warm; not from the dense air inside the cave, but inside of me.
She layed her head back and slept.
Everything seems ok now, but my life never chosed it to be easy hoặc for Tesla.
Not now…nor ever, til the end of my life told me.
I watched out from the window, witnessing the tragic scene.
Tesla tried not to cry as her Father told her not to.
Her bumps and bruises were forming from her face through body; she spitted blood across the broken floors about three to four inches… her beautiful looks, drained from her Father’s paws.
Her tears dripped down, calling for her Mother back and for help.
Just standing behind the window made me feel uncomfortable, making me feel dead inside: I should just go in there, but I can’t do nothing but to wait for her to come out.
I clutched my silverish white paws just…. For something I can’t explain about.
I looked back up, just waiting what’ll happen tiếp theo what she had to face for no reason.
Her Father looked down at her, looking at her like he had no soul.
He crouched down and grabbed her back head, forcing her eyes to look straight into his as she panted.
I couldn’t hear what he was saying but as he was finished, he threwed her face away form his, almost hitting the chipped floor.
Okari left, closing the hard door making some of the frames fall and tilt.
Tesla tried getting up very slowly, she tried recovering her stances but she dropped until she finally recovered again, limping though;
I knew for a sec her eyesight was making her blurry so I rushed through the door with; quickly opened the door without making a sound and placed her arms around my shoulders, helping her to go outside. She stared at me at me with her bloody face, moaning from the pain she had taken.
‘Marshall…..’ She chocked my name
‘Don’t talk…just hang in there Tesla’ I told her, wiping the blood off her face.
We stepped out from the room, I carried her down from the room almost wanting to throw up.
How can her own Father do this to her? In fact her Mother, who never camed back for her to take her home….leaving without Tesla……. I curse and bless her for that.
Meanwhile, I placed her back on an old widow cây softly, healing her wounds.
I rosed back up and left her there as I ran back towards her place.
Her Father was just there, sleeping like nothing ever happened…. He has no right to be called a Father hoặc to breathe in this world.
Slowly, I walked in their grabbing a blanket and her no colored notebook.
Every step I made squeaked across the floor, I had to make sure nothing drops so it wouldn’t make a sudden boom sound.
I got outta there safely, the wind was getting colder.
Tesla was shivering with her arms together.
I kneeled near her and covered her with the blanket, the notebook I had no idea of bringing it with me but I thought she might need it for later.
She stared at me, her blood turned dark and blended in with her fur.
‘Marshall’ She đã đưa ý kiến without choking.
‘Why are bạn this kind to me?’
She covers herself tighter around the blanket, making moaning sounds of pain.
‘I can’t see bạn like this, not all the time’ I explained.
‘Your too beautiful to be living in a hell in this world…’
I snickered, thinking about her family.
‘Your dad hates you, probably over for no reason; and your mother left you, I’m like both parents to bạn we don’t let go of each other like… like’
I tried hard to think of an example as I got closer to her, explaining in my thoughts trying to figure out my last sentence.
‘Like your symbol?’ She answered.
My symbol (The Sixth Southern) I placed my paw behind my back and rubbed my birthmark, which it represented the battle of Nero near our past future, being trained to fight, survive, betrayed, hoặc die… that’s our role for the Sixth Southerns.
‘Yes..’ I đã đưa ý kiến in a low voice.
‘Like my symbol..’
We Sixth Southerns were born to be this way.
Boern without love, but born to die for Nero, though Nero is a classified name til wey’re fully trained……theres no such thing as fair.
I looked the other way, feeling very unpleasant about my role and symbol.
‘I’m sorry I đã đưa ý kiến that M-‘
‘It’s ok Tesla…It’s ok.’ I interrupted.
‘Your Father should be the one apologizing.’
I sighed, feeling the cold air rushing through my lông, lông thú and making my muzzle cold.
‘You can’t go back their.’ I murmured near her.
I placed my paws over her bruised face and then slowly, giving her part of my energy for her bruises and scars.
I was in short breath, feeling half of my energy flowing into her.
She moaned, feeling better with her eyes closed.
’I have to, theirs nowhere else I’m suppose to go he said’
‘Why do bạn even listen to-‘
‘BECAUSE he’s my FATHER!’
She yelled, almost with her eyes full of tears growling at me then to herself as they run down and down and down til they fell.
‘And no matter what he does he’s all I have…cept.-
‘cept what?’ I interrupted.
She didn’t talk, she slowly moved her paw out from under the blanket and pulled a little silver chain that carried a dark purple rock hoặc something.
‘A rock?’ I chuckled in a positive way.
What she had is whatever she had, and if that rock means something to her, well….it means something in her life.
‘My mother told me this wasn’t no ordinary Gem.’ She corrected me.
‘She used this from Nero herself, making her the last wimen to survive.’
I was shocked, her mother was in the battlefield of Nero? Only a few females were selected to tham gia a team to fight hoặc die for their place.
‘But…’ She continued.
‘After me mother left me, she never told me whether she entered hoặc joined.’
‘So your mom was as well a Southern?’ I answered.
She clutched her Gem and looked up towards me.
‘Some say she was thêm than that….’
Her voice sounded like she had confessed something, almost like I can relate to.
The moon was very bright now, meaning it was midnight hoặc so on.
Bats were out now, screeching sudden noises from all the fighting and eating, I wonder how they can fly without their eyesight.
‘Do bạn need a place to stay?’ I asked without thinking.
Why did I just đã đưa ý kiến that?
‘I mean, only if bạn want to.’ I corrected myself.
The wind was now blowing softer, but cold in every movement I made.
‘Yes, I need a night like this to forget what happened from….you know’ She đã đưa ý kiến in a soft voice, trying not to talk, neither mention ‘bout today hoặc her Father.
I helped her up, tighting the blanket around her.
She never released my paw around her as we walked away deep in the woods.
We entered a small Den; Water leaked down, cracks on boulders though the cave was warm.
She layed down letting loose of her blanket.
She drank some water bởi the side of her feeling hydrated now from her body, feeling refreshed from her insides.
‘Marshall..’ I turned, facing her while I sat almost outside the cave.
‘Thank you, for healing me….your a true friend.’ She smiled.
I smiled back, feeling warm; not from the dense air inside the cave, but inside of me.
She layed her head back and slept.
Everything seems ok now, but my life never chosed it to be easy hoặc for Tesla.
Not now…nor ever, til the end of my life told me.
this came in a dream once about spirit heart... in his life time i took a real little peak of it. it was about his family. he had 2 pups...a wife... but thier names were unknown. just spirit heart. spirit tim, trái tim and his wife were having so much fun. but then... some Người sói came bởi from the pack. thier pack...arnt really friendly... spirit tim, trái tim was a alpha. but... he wasnt that quite powerful. one chó sói, sói was above his rate... and was pure evil... i keep wondering... is it the bad wolf... from the "TWO Người sói CHEROKEE STORY" is it possible that he exist. impossible. then the rest of the pack came up to his family. then they murdered his pups, then they raped and killed spirit hearts wife. spirit tim, trái tim was very upset. he tried to kill them... but he was too weak. then... they strangled spirit heart.... then killed him.... and that... was the story of spirit heart. and spirit tim, trái tim was letting me look through his eyes... like i was him... it was crazy...
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a manga I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what bạn brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if bạn don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So bình luận with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an giờ from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad đã đưa ý kiến we had to live in now. Before this 5 ngày drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh thực phẩm was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and đã đưa ý kiến nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh thực phẩm was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and đã đưa ý kiến nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)