You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go
And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head
Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur
Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door
You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far
Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true
Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do
More than anything I want to see you, girl
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world
You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol
Username;;
Hello, my username is Chasing Dreams. I currently own one Kiamara, and recently I've only been trying out for those who truly capture my heart. I feel like my beloved Lotus will get along splendid with a new member of the family.
Name;;
Nanook
A different spelling of Nanuk, which means polar bear in some Native American languages. I chose this name because Nanook reminds me of a bear, not necessarily a polar bear, but he seems to have the traits of a bear.
Gender;;
Nanook is definitely male. Thought he is a bit more sensitive than the average male, that doesn't make him any less of one.
Story;;
Yes, I was alone again. There never seemed to be a day where even the branches of trees outstretched their arms to greet me. I was a loner, an outcast, what did I have to live for? I wondered this everyday. Every time I opened my eyes from being sealed from the light, I winched, crouching back into my dark home.
This was my life. All alone. I didn't want to nor had the capability to communicate properly with others. I was strange, when I walked to close to others, to families, they'd grab their children and whisper, "Who is that strange man?" I didn't attempt to try and be friendly with them, or give them a friendly grin. I just kept on walking. Ignoring the low growls. I was dirty. I lived alone in a damp, dark cave. Who lived like this? No one else, at least, I thought so.
I met someone one night. Her name was Abbie. Abbie soon became a good friend of mine, but I didn't know it at the time. She was a golden eagle. Her wing had been shot by hunters and as I returned to my cave that one beautiful night, I smelt her blood. And there she was, Abbie, laying in the corner of my dark, damp cave, shivering. I slowly approached her, and licked her wound clean. I would clean her wound every night, til it was all healed.
She was never able to fly, because of her fractured bone from the bullet. But I was there for her, always and forever. For once I had someone to care for, to love. Abbie. She was gorgeous and stunning. Her sparkling hazel eyes lit up my dark cave.
"Abbie, you are the best thing that has ever flown into my life." I would tell her. She then would smile and fold one of her wings around me. I let Abbie ride on my back when I went out to hunt. Her keen eye-sight was a great help. We traveled together, I swore never to leave her alone, because she wouldn't be able to escape if danger ever found her.
Then there was that one night, that one stupid night. I left her alone. I had to, I thought I had heard something out of the cave. Slowly I crept out, still ready to turn and attack anyone who dared to harm my Abbie. I looked around, it was hard to see because the moon hid behind clouds, but I could make out a few rodents scrambling about.
Then my heart stopped at the sound. The sound of Abbie. Her shriek, and frail cry for help. My eyes opened wide with panic, tears flooded my eyes as I sprinted to her rescue. "Abbie!" I cried. As I got closer to her, my nose filled with the sent of blood. I remembered this smell, it was Abbie's blood. "Noo.." I whispered. I squinted my eyes to see what was wrong. A fox, clutched Abbie's neck in his jaws. She no longer screamed for help, her eyes no longer sparkled. The cave seemed darker. I lunged at the fox and it attempted to dart away. I tripped it with my paw and crushed it under the rage of my body.
My Abbie, was gone. My love... my everything. She was the one that made my cave bright. She made me happy, she made my life worth living. But her life was taken that night, because of my carelessness. I was a complete idiot, a fool, I lost my love because of damn rodents running about in the night.
And I broke a promise, to never leave her side.
Art;;
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Extra;;
In honor of Abbie, Nanook's love.
A poem by Chasing Dreams;;
Can you hear it?
the beating her of heart
Can you smell it?
her crimson life line
Can you taste it?
the taste of defeat
Can you touch it?
never feel her again
Can you see it?
Her collapsing corpse
She's gone
She's gone
She's gone...
