I have a weird mind xD.
Meios:
Rest in Peace Kona:
December 5th, 2006 - June 12th, 2018
Always a good boy.
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I've been on CS for 10 years!
Lil'Tiger wrote:+
I have a weird mind xD.
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Lemon Breeze{♀}...............................Rocky{♂}
I shook my yellow head. "I could only imagine..." I whispered, lying down beside a tree, a rope around my neck, hooked to a chain, which was tied to the tree. "What'd it'd be like to be free from this evil mess I'm in." I stood up, nawing on the chains. "Why do they keep me like this? I did nothing wrong to them!" I then looked at my paws, then the rope tied to my neck. "I'm going to get out!" Again. I've tried to escape millions of times before. From using a rubber ducky to break the rope to breaking out with my own weight. Nothing worked. At all. I sighed, and lay down. It's hopeless. The words rang in my head.
"AROOF!" I called to my friend. "Hey, Crayola!" A dog with a crayon tail turned his head to see me. "Rocky!" He called, dashing towards me. "Want to play hide-and-seek?" I said, wagging my tail. "Sure! I'll be it!" Crayola barked, jumping back playfully. "Gotcha!" I waited until Crayola started counting. "1... 2... 3..." Hearing the numbers, I dashed into the bushes, dodging trees, and jumping fences until I found the biggest tree ever. "He'll never find me behind this tree!" I whispered, walking towards the tree. As I walked behind the tree, I find a scrawny yellow dog with a rope around her neck...
Hearing noise, Lemon Breeze awoke to see a gray, black, and white dog staring at her in shock. "Who... Who are y-you?" "I'm... Rocky," The dog mumbled. "Why, hello there, Rocky! I'm Lemon Breeze." I replied, licking my paws. "Hello Lemon Breeze, why are you tied up like a circus animal?" The words made me shiver. I replied, "I was captured from my pack. They tied me up to this tree because they think I'm dangerous. They give me water they find in rivers, but the rivers around here are nasty and gooey, not like my pack. And the food? Dog food looks like rabbit droppings. Don't let me even lick them!" I noticed Rocky's eyes widen and his mouth open. Before I could speak, Rocky said, "Well, I'm getting you out of here! You shouldn't be tied up to a tree just because you come from a pack!"
To be continued
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Proto497 and Dotted Wasteland
Story coming later. o3o
(Archive picture FTW)I remember...I remember what it was like, to feel the wind...to feel it...ruffling across my fur, caressing my face. But it's gone, like a dream that was never real. Never again will I feel the wind caress my face, ruffle my fur...
They needed a wolf...a large one, a strong one. It was just me luck that I fit the bill perfectly. There I was, running through the dark forest, feeling like I was on top of the world. But then, a net fell over my vision, I stumbled, and I was caught. I was afraid they'd hurt me, these creatures. And they would. They'd take my life from me.
They took me, took me to their horrible lab. The wind, the forest, the freedom, it was all gone in an instant. They shut me up inside metal, turned parts of me to metal. They were making me a monster...the "ultimate fighter." I was number 497. There were to be 500 prototypes, and I was 497th. They tried to give me wings, but they couldn't make them work. All I had were lifeless shards of metal hanging from my back.
So they switched me off, threw me into a pile of over 400 others. I could still hear, still see, but I couldn't move. I saw them make the last three prototypes. They had given up on the wings. The last three were perfect cyborgs, ready to be the ultimate fighters they were meant to be. Maybe I was lucky, I contemplated. I didn't want that life. Deep down, I wanted peace.
But I couldn't move. I saw them leave, leaving all of the worthless prototypes in a pile. All this I saw, through the red haze of my eyes. I was starving. I may have not been a normal wolf anymore, but my body required food. But I couldn't move. I was going to die. I accepted it. I wished I could just close my eyes and sleep, forget it all, but I couldn't do either of these things.
And then the rats came, horrible scavengers looking for food among my dead bretheren. One rat, though, seemed to be observing this mess. Lightly, lightly, it crawled over me. As it creeped, it stepped on something. Electricity flooded through me, my eyes lit, and I could move.
To be continued...
This story is PERFECT. The way Proto was turned into a metal monster...so romantic<33 Please keep writing!
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