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Demonia Name:A Heavenly Mistake
Gender: Female
Age: Five Years Of Age
Personality:Quiet, yet that is merely her calculating what is around her, always watching..and waiting. She is quite intelligent, knowing things tht others may not. The female herself is strong, able to quickly adapt to the world around her and the dangers its enviroment possesses.
Story/Art: Back and Forth. Back and Forth. The tide ebbs and swirls, surrounding, reaching, touching with its foamy fingers. Teasing at my last breathless moments. Surging up and over, pulling me under. The tide is winning, yet for a moment my foot brushes the bottom, and I am able to push, to grasp hold of a few last breaths. For a moment, the tide must wait. Reocurrance. It can mean many things in the depths of the dream world. Anywhere from a reminder that you've forgot something to a dark omen, soon to dwell upon your waking dreams as well. Dreams were neither good not bad.l, but something in between, a glimpse into the present as you splet, your eyes unable to see around you. Yet, the images and sounds that flash behind your closed lids like a broken film reel, they let you have a glimpse of what is truely going on around you. It can be a gift and a curse. It depends of the context I suppose, and your ability to decipher the riddles that the dream gods grant upon you. They are tricky b.easts, enjoying the cheap thrill of messing with your thoughts, of making you doubt your own reasoning. Don't let them toy with you. Your thoughts are your own, and you must keep them hidden, after all you never know who may be listening in, like a fly upon the walls around you. At the present time, the essa had herself out in the fields, her heavy lids closed like shades over her icy pools. Yet those lids, they twitched and flinched. The female was dreaming. Now look close behind those lids, see that story that unfolds. See what she sees. Hear what she seems to hear. And feel the fear that racks her small frame, it's a fear tha everyone will soon have chilling their hearts over. In the dream the female ran, teeth bared, harks laid flat against her cranium. Particles of dirt and mud stained her peltage, the once lovely pelt now appearing a b.loody and brown in the moonlight. Upon her once pearly white teeth now sat the blood of others. A battle was raging, a battle between her and the humans that threatened to destroy everything she had worked so hard to achieve. Around her the smell of gunpowder and blood raged, it's stench fresh. Sparks flew about, bullets finding their way into 'the bodies of other wolven. Her friends, her allies, her family...falling, their eyes losing that lust for life. Their hearts soon stilled, their blood continuing to stain the ground underfoot, the crimson liquid black in the dim light. Finally, it seemed that things fell silent, the growls and howls of pain stilling. A pause was granted to the female, enough time to see...to see what exactly? Nothingness and pain that's what she saw. The live of the others had left, each laying dead somewhere upon the ground. She spotted a few of her own comrades, and a few she had not, and now never would, have the privelage of meeting. Dead, upon the ground. Everyone. The sound of laughter drifted through the night around her, causing the female to turn, her lids spotting a mortal standing before her, her own gaze staring down the barrel of his gun. She would not walk these lands anymore, would not chose to leave her pack member's bodies behind, not like this. But she was Storm, there was no possiable way she would just simply lay down and die. This man..he had killed her pack, he wasn't about to have her as well. Another growl ripped through her maw, and she soon lept into the air her maw reaching for his neck. Yet, before she found purchase, a boom rang through the night and she fell to the ground, the life leaving her eyes. Dead, sje was dead as well. Yet, hwr sleeping form still watched. Watched as the rain began to pelt down, wading away her blood. Watched, as her body was loaded onto a truck, her lids still open, eyes unseeing. Watched as her body left, left behind all the others. What would come of their bodies? What would become of them all? Another boom rang trough the night, causing the image behind her eyes to waver. The sound of a started raven's call finally caused the image to fall away, allowing the sleeping female to awake, her lids opening. Her breathing was labored, her tongue lolling out, trying to regain her breath. Her body was quaking, the dream an omen she could not bare. The gods had graced her with this imformation, but what would she do with it? After several moments she stood, her legs threatening to drop her back upon the ground underfoot. Looking over the horizon, she spotted the rising sun, and clouds heavy with rain. A storm would soon be upon them, but this was a storm she was not yet ready to face. The sound of gunpowder still filled her nasals and soon another boom rang through her ears. Turning to the west she spotted it. Or whom more likely. Far off in the distance, smaller clouds of smoke filled the skies. Mortals no doubt. Several birds around the female took flight, their own vocals screaming throughout the early morning, warning all others of the impending doom. They were coming, who would be able to stop them? Stop them before her dream became a reality
