I've realy want to write a journel/ book thingy but i dont know what about. I got all the charecters but dont know how 2 use them.
sorry 4 my poor spelling
*Swinging~Cobweb* wrote:YOUR AUSOME XELA
I've realy want to write a journel/ book thingy but i dont know what about. I got all the charecters but dont know how 2 use them.
sorry 4 my poor spelling
Dear Grapevine,
I stifled a cry of terror and sadness at the sight of Dad on the floor. I looked up to see a dog standing over Dad's body. She knelt beside him and placed a paw on his wrist to check for a pulse.
"No signs of life," she muttered to herself. Suddenly, the she-dog's gaze bolted up to Donovan and I. "Oh my... How unfortunate."
Donovan surged forward (despite the fact she had a gun), grabbed the dog by the throat, and began to throttle her. Despite what she'd done, I rushed to her aid. "Let her go!" I told Don and slapped his wrists like a maniac. He dropped her after a few seconds and turned to glare at me, though he kept a firm foot on the stranger as she hit the floor on her backside.
"Vega, this... this cur just killed our father! Why should I allow her to escape without punishment?" he snarled, and I'd never heard so much malice in his voice before. I mean sure, he was aggressive most of the time, but never like this. He had never quite snapped like this.
"If we harm her, she'll be too injured to tell us anything," I said slowly, making sure he understood. Donovan's dark eyes glittered with an emotion I read as I hate her, but I trust you. Nodding once, I knelt beside the she-dog and pried the gun from her fingers. I set it aside carefully as to not set it off, not taking my eyes from hers the entire time. When I was satisfied with the gun's distance, I began to question her.
"Who are you, and why did you kill my father?"
For a moment, she just stared at me, her amber eyes calm. "If you let me up," she began in a voice that seemed almost dream-like, "I will explain to you everything."
I looked at Donovan, who nodded and took his paw off the she-dog, allowing her to sit up and brush herself off. I noticed now that she was wearing some sort of watch around her neck. What a funny looking trinket, I thought, eyeing it suspiciously. It looks almost medieval...
I have to go. I'll write more about this encounter after my shower. Donovan and the stranger are at the kitchen table waiting for me, and I don't want to keep them waiting for too long. You know how Donny gets.
~Vega























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