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[CosmicDoge]

Username: CosmicDoge
Name: Dove <3
Gender: Male

Lying on the grass, staring at the clouds is a good past time. The feeling of the wind in my fur, the sun on my face, the smell of the fresh air, and the sounds of birds singing their love songs always takes me away. Oh, what I would do, all the lengths I would go to just to be able to grow wings and fly. The sights I would see, the freedom I would have, and the winds I could race. If only life was that unrealistic, just so I could escape all the stress and worry that builds around me. The constant hustle of the city, the sounds of the cars and midnight parties, all the lights shining in from the window, and all the arguing coming from the room next to mine. I didn’t expect city life would be that crazy when I first moved into my apartment. Once I got settled in, time took over. Time traps me, it’s like a chain around my legs and neck, keeping me from spreading my wings and escaping to the clouds. It’s so limited, so short, so fast, and so mysterious. It pushes me towards my day, to the office at which I sit at for hours and hours just typing away in a repeated patter. Click, click, click, click, constant clicking of the keys fills my ears as the smell of coffee wafts in the air and the bitter sweet taste is left on my tongue. My eyes are half open as I stare at the screen, watching words form on the digital white page before me. The boredom overwhelms me some days, as I struggle to keep myself from face planting on the keyboard. As the moon rises, I take the slow journey home to my cozy bed to repeat the repetition over again. Get up, scarf down breakfast, rush to work, eat lunch and dinner while I’m there, and go home. Five days a week, five long and exhausting days leading to a weekend of even more work. Serving people at a coffee place on the weekends, seeing all the people rush in and out. All the complaints, the line cutters, the rushers, and the noise. All the annoying sounds of laughter, yells, whispers, and confusing conversations, I can’t handle it some days. But, I get through the days, counting up the money until I’m able to buy wings to take me away, far away. Far away from the city lights, far away from the sounds, far away from the rush, far away from the all crowds and tight spaces, far away from the darkness and stress, far far away from all of it. As I stare up at the clouds passing over, I wonder how much time has passed. It seems like it’s been so long, so many clouds have passed over my head. And finally, the sounds come back to me. The crying doves spoke once more as my eyelids opened slowly. My paw hit the alarm clock to stop the noise that was flowing through my ears. The freedom is now gone as the noises and lights of the city return to my mind. The only way I can seem to escape is through my realistic dreams. But everything that I thought about, how could I handle it much longer? How could I live like that for any more time, waisting away years of my life. I got out of bed and walked over to my closet. Instead of picking out a business outfit, I pulled out my suitcase and my piggy bank. Opening it, I looked at the money lying on my bed before me. Just enough to get a train ticket and a few meals, huh. That will do, I can always find a job elsewhere. Why haven’t I done this before? Saving up to go to Paris will be delayed once more, but I don’t mind. I can’t live this current life, no matter how much I make each day. My friend promised me hope and city dreams, but they left this place four months ago. I guess there’s no need to stay much longer then. I mouthed out the two words as practice before calling up my work. Those two words would give me freedom, that would give me small wings to at least leave this city. “I quit.” It was said, and it felt good to say. Not as good as taking one final look around the room as I left my apartment, after staying there for almost a year. It reminded me of when my parents kicked me out of their house six years ago with disappointment in their eyes. I was their only child, their mistake, and they couldn’t wait for me to leave once I showed no signs of great achievements. Thank goodness my friend had my back, until he found a girl and ran off with her. Now it’s my turn, to run away and find my next life. For the first time in forever, I had freedom. I had the freedom to go wherever I pleased and do whatever I want to do... to a certain limit that is. So now what?

[Kyar]

I like this kit, not sure if I have an idea though... I’ll at least stick around to watch!

[SpartanAmethyst]

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[Raw_Silver_Studios]

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Marking
Username: Raw_Silver_Studios
Name: WIP
Gender: WIP

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