by . ѕℰℰιиg . тнιиgѕ . » Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:23 am
Flame -
I woke up promptly and padded out into the sunlight, by the Home. I yawned and stretched, then curled up to think. Remember your parents, Flame? my old enemy, Dark, taunted in my mind. No, of course you don't, they burned to death when you were an hour old, sorry, forgot! I heard him snigger and whimpered.
Remember what having four legs was like? I asked myself. No, I don't remember. What about life without pain, hatred, abuse, starving, suffering, and my own screams as the fire tore at my body? Nope, don't recall. That's the it's always been and will be. Painful.
"How can a band be any good without a slightly cocky frontman?" - 