by tornadofan2 » Sat Dec 17, 2011 6:25 am
(Someone of my wolves can, Grey or Black maybe?)
Death growled at Angel as tears rolled down her cheek. She looked at Shade and then back at Stone. She didn't know what to do. How to act, being ripped apart, a war raging in her between her good side and bad side. She stood up and looked at Shade again. ''Alright then.'' she said a little panicking because of Stone.
When we show our respect for other living things, they respond with respect for us. From the Native Indian Tribe: Arapaho
Our first teacher is our own heart. From the Native Indian Tribe: Cheyenne
Lose your temper and you lose a friend; lie and you lose yourself. From the Native Indian Tribe: Hopi
