
why do i and everyone
i love, chose people
who treat us like
we're nothing
because we
accept the love
we think we
deserve.






















indefinite, wrote:__Lockness.__
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dear nessie,
please stay in hiding.
from,
anonymous.
-----i blinked open my eyes apprehensivly, knowing they'd be greeted by a mass brand of light that no other light could measure up to. i hated dawn, simply because of this reason. it had no regards for your lack of sleep nor for the dreams you were currently having. i preferred the night, where everyone went off amongst themselves. in the dark, you cannot see anyone's facial expressions, see none of them at all. you dont have to see their eyes and all they hold in them. you know you dont want to look through those open doors, see all the troubles they've gone through. you dont want to look at their pelt, seeing all the burdens that latched themselves apon the small strands of fur. you dont want to see the pained face, the mouth pressed into what appears to be a permanent frown, or a sly grin that highlights treatury and wrong ways. you dont want to see any of that, do you? thats why in the dead of the night when you hear something out of place, you duck your head under the blanket, or shut your eyes because you dont want to see any evil. you close the books filled with the monsters, devils, and demons and put it back on the shelf so you dont have to face them. that is why i love the night. the sun just lets all of it in.
-----with a swift yawn, i stretched out my frontal paws before me, aiming for at least a nail to scratch a small stone about a foot infront of me. my short legs didnt reach far enough, and ignoring my humiliation, inspite being the only one in the den, climbed to my paws and gave my creamish white fur a quick shake. a faint cloud of dust escaped from my pelt and i happily lapped my tongue down my sides to smooth the fur back over my skin. i shielded my eyes by closing them as i left the den. it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the sun's lighting, but sure enough they did. i cast my eyes over the forest clearing where all the pack wolves made their home. all were amongst one another, chattering in ways that almost seemed as easy as breathing. i didnt prefer the company of others, especially during the hunt. i always found myself not fixiated on the prey of choice, but yet where my pack was so i wasnt to get in their way. it was a strange thing yes, but it was as normal to me as a wolf howling.
-----i cut through the tree line just behind my den so the other wolves didnt see me. they could go hunting as a group; i didnt mind being the odd one out. i preferred hares to elk anyways. my movements were swift, slow and cautious. they way i progressed myself portrayed exactly who i was inside. i was thankful fort his. that way there was no confusion. i swept and swerved through the trees and bushes, the only time my paws ever leaving the damp forest floor was when i was to leap over uprooted tree roots. i didnt let my eyes or nose guide me; no, i left that up to my ears. they lead me quicker to the small stream that ran through territory quicker than any other sense would have, even combined. in fact, if i had to choose one sense to have and one sense only, i would choose hearing. to not hear the owl's hoot overhead, the crickets sing at dusk, the tricking of the stream, the rustling of the leaves, your own pawsteps on the ground... music? all gone? i dont think so. the world was an ugly place, but they say the ugliest have the prettiest voices.
-----i wandered through the brush, feeling damp soil turn to small sandy pebbles in an instant. their coloration matched my pelt shade, except with a hint of brown, and i swere, if i had to lay down right this moment to hide from oncoming danger im sure no wolf of predator would catch a single sight of me. and i was willing to bet my hearing on it. i sat my rump down a couple til lengths from the cool water after letting it trickle down m throat after a few laps. it woke me up, the light splashes dappling the tips of my fur. i had to dmit, though i loved the night, the sun's rays did feel good warming my body. and for dawn, the sun felt as bright and warm as ever. so inviting and so decieving. i mustn't believe the lies.tags ;; nobody.



















































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