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[IndigoDreams]

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When I saw him I was shocked, he had nine,nine tails. Where I had barely one as it had started to disintegrate. He looked towards me before turning away with a swish of one of his tails as a crowd quickly gathered around his cage. I sighed and tightened the hood around my head turning and starting to walk away from the 'freakshow'. She had thought those were illegal,especially when the 'freaks' were there by force. Of course people would let anything slide today. If only she could hear about his nine tails, if only he would tell her the story of the nine tails.

(i may continue)

[aleatory]

xx

Where was I when the rockets came to life?
And

carried

you away into the [[Alligator]] Sky?
Even ..though.. I'll ne/ver know what's[?] up ahead,
I'm never letting --- go, I'm never letting go....

Ohmygoshyay Owl City!!! gorgeous pairing :3

[palmsprout]

I will love you, forever and always.

I felt the tears streaming down my paws that covered my eyes. She had been mine... the only thing that truly mattered, and now she’s gone. My mind flashed for the millionth time, replaying the scene. She screamed, and I saw her fall, the blade through her chest. I couldn’t bare it, her eyes were already fading as the scarlet spread across her fur. I held her, kissed her, praying that she wouldn’t die. I did everything... but she began falling limp... and the last words I heard come from her were, “I love you...”

~ Two days ago ~

She scribbled across her book, her pencil flying as she created the most beautiful art I knew. Her green eyes shimmered like a rainbow, mesmerizing me into a sort of trans. I picked up three crumpled pictures that she had thrown. She took no notice, she kept drawing. I flattened one, and saw the most amazing picture. She had drawn us, she and I, hugging. I quickly looked at the others, just as beautiful, us together. We had never actually declared our love for one another, but it was obvious. I got up, and sat next to her. She stopped suddenly, and stared at me, smiling. I gently grabbed her pencil and book, and put them on the ground at her feet. Then grasping her paws, I whispered in her ear, “I love you.” She blushed, and she pulled me into a kiss. My mind swirled, and I held her tighter.

~ One day ago ~

I snarled, slashing his eye. My brother had told me to stay away from her, my love. I had questioned him, anger boiling inside of me. He had told me she was his, and our fight had begun. After what seemed like hours of biting and clawing, he pulled back, snarling loudly. “If I can’t have her, neither will you.” He left quickly, lashing his tail. I worried for her, wondering what my brother had possibly meant by that.

Now I know, and it hurts. I took the knife my brother had taken her life with, and stabbed through my heart, the pain finally leaving. I closed my eyes, smiling. I will see her again now.

soree for my lameness. ._.

[Minimetoo]

Elizah + Bailey

"Let me go! Let me go!" 

Just outside my cage door there were grunts, both from man and from animal. I opened my eyes groggily and lifted my so I could see what was causing all the noise. The men were carrying a dog down the isle, one holding her waist while the other held her neck and chest. A noisy snort passed through my nostrils and I laid my head back on my paws. 

I was one of the only ones that didn't have to share a cage. I was getting along just fine by myself too. No having to share food, no worrying about being attacked in my sleep, no--click! I froze, my green eyes wide in shock at the human at my cage door. It swung open and the dog was tossed in. Just as quickly as the door had opened, it was closed again. 

The figure stood up and looked towards me. Her tail was tucked, ears were back, body was shaking, and those odd yellow-green eyes gazed at me in fear. 
"Please don't go here. They just cleaned the cages." I said, sounding uninterested as I laid my head back down. She blinked and backed up into the corner, whining softly through her nostrils. 
"No no no. This can't be happening. I can't be here!" She cried, cringing against the cold wall. I exhaled a sigh, turned my head towards her, keeping my bored face on. "Just relax."
She nodded once, twice, three times, then slowly lowered herself onto the floor and curled up into a ball. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was just looking for food, I..I--" Another whine came from her. 

I forced my eyes closed and exhaled steadily. This was why I didn't want a cage mate. It isn't fun having to deal with another animal's drama. I didn't even deal with my own. I sort of already decided that I was going to die here. I accepted it to. Only the pretty dogs get adopted. Not a mutt like me. One eye peeked open and I found myself staring at her.

She would be gone soon. I should tell her that so she would stop crying. I mean, her eyes would attract anyone's attention. They were so bright. And her coat, so soft, that blend of colors. Even in the darkness she looked... Wait. I blinked and snapped my eyes from her. She would be gone soon, I repeated in my head. I can't get attached. Her eyes aren't that pretty. Her fur might not be as soft as it looks. I once again caught myself staring.
Stop it!
I let out an irritated growl, making her jump up, eyes wide on me. I shook my head once and she curled back, her eyes watching me warily. I dropped my gaze and stayed in my frozen position until the barks and howls died down in the background. Sleep fell over the creatures of this prison. Over everyone. Everyone but me. I soundlessly got to my paws and padded towards the cage door. My nails scratched noisily against the cement floor. I poked my muzzle in between two bars and stared blankly up at the ceiling. That's where the moon should be. My heart ached. I dropped down so I was sitting and flattened my ears to my head. A small, soft, almost silently howl passed my lips. I missed home. I had a kid, a sweet boy who I followed everywhere. I lived on a barn. I could nap on the porch, chase chickens all day, swim in the lake, and end my busy day by laying at my boy's feet in his bed and closing my eyes. 

My life was perfect. I didn't do anything wrong. What did I do to deserve this?

The words that are going through every sleeping mind in this cold place. I try to be strong and think that everything will be okay. The boy will come back. He'll put my faded green collar on me once again and I'll never have to be locked up in a cage ever again. I'd be free.
Tears formed in my eyes.
Who was I kidding? I was stuck here forever. I would be here until the day I lay my head down and close my eyes for the last time. I would never leave this please. Never never never never...

"It's okay." I heard a voice from behind me. I turned the other way and blinked the tears from my eyes. 

"No." My voice was raspy and low. "For you. But not for me." I heard her footsteps, then the soft rustling of her fur. My breath was right next to me. 

"Why do you say that?" She asked, trying the best to meet my eyes. I wouldn't let her. She couldn't see the pain I was in, no one can. 

"Because I'm an ugly mutt. You're the perfect pet. People want you. People don't want me." I scratched my claws against the hard ground. 

"People want you." She defended. I laughed humorlessly and shook my head. 

"If people wanted me, I wouldn't be here."

"Neither would I." I laughed again at her words. This time it had a little more feeling. She cracked a small smile and tried again to meet my eyes. I looked at her with one and she smiled a bit more. "Why are people so mean?" She asked, cocking her head. 

I couldn't answer that question. Maybe it was in their blood to be cruel to anything lower than them. I decided to change the subject. "What's your name?" I asked, turning my head a little bit more towards her.

"Elizah." She didn't even hesitate. She smiled and her ears twitched. "What's yours?"

The corner of my mouth quircked up in a half smile. "I'm Bailey."

"Well," Elizah moved a little closer. "I think you and I are going to get along real nicely, Bailey."

I posted this back in February. Almost like the second gen of this month. ;)
Reposted because I have the sequel coming up soon! Might seem weird if I randomly posted the ending to a post that was no longer on this thread.

[aquamarine]

Warning before you read the below. IT'S EXTREMELY LAME [and not true. this is completely fiction.]



Music became my outlet after my little brother died.

Jude had been my everything. He was my sunshine and my best friend, the light of my life and the treasure of my heart. I loved him more then I’ve ever loved or ever will love anyone else.

Even when he was exhausted from his chemo, there was always a smile on that adorable little face, making me wish I could be as brave as him and he was for me.

It was only after he passed away that I got serious about my music.

Ever since I was a tiny kid, I’ve been banging around on our family piano. Everyone who heard me play said I had some kind of special gift with it. Jude used to listen to me and whenever I stopped, he’d beg, “More, Olive. Play more for me, pretty pleeeeeeease with a cherry and sprinkles on top?” And he’d look at me with those big blue eyes, chin trembling, lips puckered.

I always caved, of course.

Anyways, I wrote my first song after Jude died. It was about his death and how hard it with to deal with, but I found hope when remembering his smile. I called it "With cherries and sprinkles"

[Keriae]

Elizah + Bailey

"Let me go! Let me go!" 

Just outside my cage door there were grunts, both from man and from animal. I opened my eyes groggily and lifted my so I could see what was causing all the noise. The men were carrying a dog down the isle, one holding her waist while the other held her neck and chest. A noisy snort passed through my nostrils and I laid my head back on my paws. 

I was one of the only ones that didn't have to share a cage. I was getting along just fine by myself too. No having to share food, no worrying about being attacked in my sleep, no--click! I froze, my green eyes wide in shock at the human at my cage door. It swung open and the dog was tossed in. Just as quickly as the door had opened, it was closed again. 

The figure stood up and looked towards me. Her tail was tucked, ears were back, body was shaking, and those odd yellow-green eyes gazed at me in fear. 
"Please don't go here. They just cleaned the cages." I said, sounding uninterested as I laid my head back down. She blinked and backed up into the corner, whining softly through her nostrils. 
"No no no. This can't be happening. I can't be here!" She cried, cringing against the cold wall. I exhaled a sigh, turned my head towards her, keeping my bored face on. "Just relax."
She nodded once, twice, three times, then slowly lowered herself onto the floor and curled up into a ball. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was just looking for food, I..I--" Another whine came from her. 

I forced my eyes closed and exhaled steadily. This was why I didn't want a cage mate. It isn't fun having to deal with another animal's drama. I didn't even deal with my own. I sort of already decided that I was going to die here. I accepted it to. Only the pretty dogs get adopted. Not a mutt like me. One eye peeked open and I found myself staring at her.

She would be gone soon. I should tell her that so she would stop crying. I mean, her eyes would attract anyone's attention. They were so bright. And her coat, so soft, that blend of colors. Even in the darkness she looked... Wait. I blinked and snapped my eyes from her. She would be gone soon, I repeated in my head. I can't get attached. Her eyes aren't that pretty. Her fur might not be as soft as it looks. I once again caught myself staring.
Stop it!
I let out an irritated growl, making her jump up, eyes wide on me. I shook my head once and she curled back, her eyes watching me warily. I dropped my gaze and stayed in my frozen position until the barks and howls died down in the background. Sleep fell over the creatures of this prison. Over everyone. Everyone but me. I soundlessly got to my paws and padded towards the cage door. My nails scratched noisily against the cement floor. I poked my muzzle in between two bars and stared blankly up at the ceiling. That's where the moon should be. My heart ached. I dropped down so I was sitting and flattened my ears to my head. A small, soft, almost silently howl passed my lips. I missed home. I had a kid, a sweet boy who I followed everywhere. I lived on a barn. I could nap on the porch, chase chickens all day, swim in the lake, and end my busy day by laying at my boy's feet in his bed and closing my eyes. 

My life was perfect. I didn't do anything wrong. What did I do to deserve this?

The words that are going through every sleeping mind in this cold place. I try to be strong and think that everything will be okay. The boy will come back. He'll put my faded green collar on me once again and I'll never have to be locked up in a cage ever again. I'd be free.
Tears formed in my eyes.
Who was I kidding? I was stuck here forever. I would be here until the day I lay my head down and close my eyes for the last time. I would never leave this please. Never never never never...

"It's okay." I heard a voice from behind me. I turned the other way and blinked the tears from my eyes. 

"No." My voice was raspy and low. "For you. But not for me." I heard her footsteps, then the soft rustling of her fur. My breath was right next to me. 

"Why do you say that?" She asked, trying the best to meet my eyes. I wouldn't let her. She couldn't see the pain I was in, no one can. 

"Because I'm an ugly mutt. You're the perfect pet. People want you. People don't want me." I scratched my claws against the hard ground. 

"People want you." She defended. I laughed humorlessly and shook my head. 

"If people wanted me, I wouldn't be here."

"Neither would I." I laughed again at her words. This time it had a little more feeling. She cracked a small smile and tried again to meet my eyes. I looked at her with one and she smiled a bit more. "Why are people so mean?" She asked, cocking her head. 

I couldn't answer that question. Maybe it was in their blood to be cruel to anything lower than them. I decided to change the subject. "What's your name?" I asked, turning my head a little bit more towards her.

"Elizah." She didn't even hesitate. She smiled and her ears twitched. "What's yours?"

The corner of my mouth quircked up in a half smile. "I'm Bailey."

"Well," Elizah moved a little closer. "I think you and I are going to get along real nicely, Bailey."

I posted this back in February. Almost like the second gen of this month.
Reposted because I have the sequel coming up soon! Might seem weird if I randomly posted the ending to a post that was no longer on this thread.

I remember reading this! It's wonderful.

[Zeee]

Princess Starsong xxxxx Rider

The bad boy
And the Princess.

PART ONE

(wip)

PART ONE

The princess known as the lovely and beautiful Princess Starsong walked down the aisle swiftly, as the man in the seats shifted as he gazed at the princess.
He would give the world for her, even though they havent met. Love at first sight, eh? This male usually didnt believe in this thing known as Love-at-first-sight.

...

Although he did believe in love.


The princess set herself on a throne next to another two.
Two small, two large.

Small for the princess and prince, large for the queen and king. Starsong sat sobbing as she wished to cherish this moment with her prince, but frankly, no one has taken place as Prince yet.
Rider wanted to change that.

~~~

During the after party, Rider tried to get close to the princess. He wanted to talk to her.
He barged into her little area around a bubble of people, then grabbed her arm and pulled her along.
"Hey! What are you doing?" The princess yelled, but Rider only grasped tighter.
"Im sorry, Princess," Rider said with as much sincereness as he had. "I.. want to speak with you."

Song nodded and walked out of the room with Rider.
"Yes, Fair... male...?" She asked, holding her dress up so no one would step on it. Rider took a deep breath and continued, "I want to be your prince. I know I havent ever met you before, but when I saw your eyes, I melted.. with love.." Song nodded understandingly and then smirked.

"Alot of guys say that, but they dont mean it; they do it for the publicity." She said, hands-on-hips. Rider refused to even think of doing that. "No no, princess, you've got me all wrong; I would never do that, especially to such a beautiful person."
Song blushed furiously and then kissed his cheek. "Well, we'll get together sometime. Ill call you." She smiled. Rider felt this tingle throughout his body.

He might be a prince to a lovely lady.
He had never seen anyone so lovely before- she is sweet, kind, good-minded, smart, amazing and... all Rider could ever hope for.

(continue?)

[micah]

@Aqua: Shut up, that's gorgeous and sad. ;o;"
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Hard refresh...?



{ { But now he dreams of bigger things. His somber, yet vibrant face, is smiling today.
Because it is when he gets his true rights--his kitsune rights. Today, he can shape shift. And, perhaps most importantly, shape-shift into a human.

It had been his dream since he was a boy. A young, sly, crafty fox that only dreamed of standing on two feet- and not falling after a few seconds of it. His mother would sit and paint on his tribal markings while she spoke to him of what it was like.

"They're very civilized." Pulling a finger to her lip to ponder, she thought of more. "But so selfish at the same time. Stay away from the ones hardened by their laws, and drool for the ones that are kindred souls. Don't let the appearances of these humans fool you--even the frailest female can be the coldest murderess."

He would always ask questions about their foods, too.

"They eat a lot of different things. Not just azuki beans, Kimu-chan. Many diverse foods. Be careful, not all will raise your stamina."

He'd also ask about how they could love each other, their relationships. His mom's paint brush would falter in her paws. "T-They build it around fakeness, Kimu-chan. Don't let them fool you. We aren't meant to love humans."

Kimu would nod slowly, and accept this fact to be true. Everything his mother said about these two-legged beings was true; she had seen them before. She met his father there, another kitsune. Not all bad things happen where two feet are on the ground. } }

Her fingers snagged the wash cloth from the back counter and began swiping at the front one. A soft, serenaded sigh slipped through her lips at the sheer silence of the cafe. Her eyes flickered to the clock; five minutes to close. Her fingers clawed at the back of her name tag, preparing to take it off, when the bell rang.

"Welcome." She sighed, sliding over to the register. The man who stood in front of her had extremely sharp features; his eyes were thin and crisp and not to mention his eyelashes could be heavyweight champions. While he was looking sharp, his smile was soft and adoring. "Could I get you anything?"

Now his lips were pursed. "Is anything on your menu free?"

"Oh-- uh--" she laughed a bit, and turned to fill a glass of water. "Here... Water is free."

{ "Those humans are greedy, son." }

"Thank you, thank you a bunch!~" He tended to end his sentences with flair.

"It's not really much, but you're certainly welcome, I guess." Her foot tapped on the tiles as he drank his water right across from her at the register. When he finally finished, he handed her the plastic cup.

"Here you are, May!" A jaunty, gaudy smile swiped the seriousness from his face.

She pushed the cup back towards him. "You can just toss it, or keep it, or whatever. Oh... And my name isn't May, I'm Melinda."

"But your name sticker...?" His eyes flashed to a crisp golden color. "So it's wrong?"

{ "Watch for the liars, boy!" }

"I had to borrow my friend's uniform while mine was in the wash. I don't normally work two days in a row..." A light dusting of pink burrowed on her cheeks; her hand rubbed the back of her neck slowly.

He nodded twice, and squeezed the plastic cup. "I guess I should leave you be, hmm?"

"Wait." She froze, not quite knowing what to say. "What's your name?"

The soft smile returned. "Kumi." His lanky legs brought him to the door, and the bell chimed again as he left.

Kumi drifted in and out of streets and alleyways, paying no attention to the sirens and muffled voices that accompanied them. He figured he could walk about until morning, then he could slip into secrecy again. Lights clicked on and off in this city, and they did so quite randomly. It confused him dearly, but he also chose to place his thoughts elsewhere. Who was that female at the corner shop...? She seemed a bit different than the other females he encountered today; she did not try to lure him into a household or touch his hair. It was nice.

"What's a pretty boy like you doing down in these parts?" The voice was heavy and suffocated everyone who was near--only Kumi was around, though. "I asked you a question."

"I wish I knew, a-actually." His thumbs intertwined.

A palm hit his chest with amazing force. His back hit the pavement roughly, and as a fist flew towards his face, he could already taste blood in his mouth. "I don't want you hangin' around these parts. I don't even trust the way you walk, runt."

"Get away from him!" A cheeky voice squealed, all the way from the edge of the alley. "And I mean it!"

{ "Beware of the ones who are too headstrong..." }

[Zeee]

Nikki && Hannah
((Nikki repersenting my old dog Nikki. Hannah repersenting me.))
--THESE ARE OUR REAL NAMES. MY NAME HANNAH, MY DOG'S NAME NIKKI.-- I

R.I.P My beloved Nikki.
In beloved memory of Nikki, my old dog who was shot <3
Rest in peace. We will always remember you.
SHE WAS MY SPESHULFUL, and now she's gone DD: *cries*
Does anyone want a story of what happened? Id be more than welcome to give it to you.

[s y n]

naikota{the punk}{m} & scarlett{the dancer}{f}



He was a boy.
"Ugh, a terrible one at that."
She was a girl.
"A stuck-up Daddy's girl."
Can I make it anymore obvious?
"He thinks he's so cool." "She thinks she's the greatest."
He was a punk.
"Correction, a loser."
She did ballet.
"She'd know what real music was if she gave me a go."
What more can I say?
"We're opposites." "And she hates me."
He wanted her.
"Obvious enough, right?"
She'd never tell.
"Sure, right."
Secretely she wanted him as well.
"Yeah, right."
But all of her friends stuck up their nose.
"He thinks everyone loves him."
They had a problem with his baggy clothes.
"I mean, does he even know the definition of 'gentleman'?"


He was a skater boy,
She said, "See 'ya later boy."
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face,
But her head was up in space.
She needed to come back down to Earth!

Sk8er Boi - Avril Lavigne



"You are so... So..." she growled.
He grinned. "Amazing, attractive, perfect? Anyone of those will do."
"Ugh! You're impossible!" she shook her head, wondering why he had to be her partner for this stupid assignment.
"C'mon babe, 'ya know 'ya love me." he teased, his silver eyes shining in amusement.
"You wish." she muttered, gathering up her papers. If he wasn't going to help at all, she'd just do it and he'd look stupid for having no clue what to say during their presentation. "Are you actually going to help me, or am I going to do this all on my own?"
"Depends, Scar. I'll help you if you'll kiss me." he taunted, puckering his lips playfully and leaning closer.
Scarlett groaned, pushing him away. "I'd much rather do all the work, you obnoxious, self-centered pig."
Naikota pouted jokingly. "You know, that stung, babe. It really did."
"Quit calling me that." Scarlett growled.
"Fine. Shall I switch to sweetheart, or baby?" Nai offered, still grinning and still obviously amused.
"Scarlett is perfectly fine with me, Naikota." she sighed irritatedly, praying for the bell that would save her from this terrible pain in the neck.
"Aww, I don't get a nickname?" he whined playfully, reaching out to put a paw to her cheek.
Scarlett slapped his paw away. "Of course. How about Dumbit?"
"Dumbit?"
She nodded, rolling her eyes. "A mixture of dumb and idiot."
"How about a couple nickname? I'll call you baby and you can call me sweetheart." he taunted, eyes brightening with each little comment.
"Couple nicknames are for couples. Or future couples. Not for the guy who desperately loves a girl who absolutely hates him." Scarlett countered, writing down a few paragraphs of their essay in neat writing while speaking.
"Hate is such a strong word, baby."
"Such a fitting word in this case, 'sweetheart'." she muttered coldly, putting heavy sarcasm onto the very last word.
"You're getting the hang of it, babe." Naikota chuckled.
Scarlett rolled her eyes. "I hate you so much."
"Love 'ya too, Scar."






((Shall I continue?))