by ғlιcĸer » Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:56 pm
A tom moved swiftly through the terrain, he was a rogue, running from his past experiences, the tears of his history coming forth ward to him. His thoughts were shaking, his mind melted and flooded, then cooled into the rocky surface that allowed nothing to surpass it. The bending experiences of terror still reined itself through him, painting pictures of a fantasy he did not wish to be true, and yet was. The nightmare of the land come true. His dreams were correct, his small tribe fallen apart in the divided pacts of evil. The devil had visited, and left ruin about him. His tall slender form only expressed this as it moved clumsily forward, his hazel eyes shut entirely and his other senses leading him forward. He shook terribly within each step, horrors continuing to chase him, each of which was just a haunting ghost... something that did not exist. The mind-taking insanity was drawing nearer to him, and evil was tagging along with his mind, trying to take over him, to claim one last survivor into its pit of death. He wailed out, tears running down his face as he collapsed, his chest heaving, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.
~ There are just some pets, even animals, that you could never forget. You fell in love with them on first site, and they fell in love with you. They loved you because you were gentle enough for them, spoke softly enough for them. They loved you because you loved them, unconditionally. This relationship with them can never be broken even after they're gone...
I miss you, Lakota. May you rest in peace.