Post by hybrid on Jun 20, 2013 16:17:54 GMT -5
The air skipped heartbeats as she paced, clouds shuddered in the atmosphere that was to come. They stared at her with blank stares, watching with suspense. The wind had uneasiness to it, and that was to be suspected. There were dark clouds wandering along the skyline and rain looked imminent, setting the mood for the events that were supposedly coming. The clouds that stumbled about each other had secrets bursting from their lips, tearing from their eyes. Their gray color wafted in the air like a bad smell, sending the gray scale theme down to the leaves of the trees and cascading down to the long, emerald grass which was dulled to an off gold color. Rain fell in single drops, one by one, refusing to fall all together. It looked like mass suicide as the countless numbers continued to fall, jumping off the clouds and taking in that last stimulating wind, that last reflection of regret, before they splashed to the spongy soil. Rain suddenly longed to be more of the rain than she already was, to be falling from the clouds only to decide...what a dumb idea this was, before crushing her own body against the ground. In a cruel sense, it was comical, how everyone acted on impulse, how they never thought of how much life they have left before the others waiting in line pushed them off. Fury was suddenly unleashed in her as she recalled seeing the final wind pass through her damned mother, her breath-taking teal and dark blue fur shivered in the rain of that day, everything was muted by all that thundering. LaRoux’s heart raced with pain, misunderstanding, but she could still hear nothing but the muted, muffled words from her own muzzle. She released a snort, only loud enough for her to hear, and lowered her head to smell the grass around her for any stale scents.
I feel you here. I hate it. I need you out of my life.
The face of his memory haunted her mind, those soul-less blue eyes pulsed like a heartbeat at the back of her head. Rue didn't want anything to do with that stupid, selfish idiot who left anyone behind that slowed him down. He was possibly the biggest wolf Rue had ever seen in her lifetime, he towered over everyone like the mountains that watched them, his disciplines exceeding the heat of more than imaginable things. He was feared simply because he was terrifying, different, and his disgusting smugness made him stick out of his house. Every human liked him, like he was full of sweetness and forgivefulness. LaRoux snorted again and lifted her head, continuing to walk forward. Her light blue eyes splattered almost red in this never ending gray scale. Oh woe was her father now, dead, suffering his own regretful misery in hell. But there was a bright side to this pain, it had hardened her soul and heart. Making her indefinable, powerful and legendary.
I can only care about you when your dead.
Long black tinted silken tickled the top soil as deadly nails flipped the earth beneath her. Blue auds scanned the horizon looking over the lands, and the souls that wandered upon it the bloody sleepers that wondered upon it looking for a slave master. She was damn right evil, she will stand there and take a blow to the ribs just to feel the pain. She was insane, yes she did feel pain but there would have to be a lot of pain to cause her to even flinch. Now to get her to back down well, your only choice would probably be to kill her. If you didn’t and you got hurt enough to make you plead with her to end your life, well be prepared to live an painful life, she loved to see others suffer. She simply doesn’t care anymore like she use to, she’d slay anyone that got in her way with a smirk upon her facades. And so many still wonder what exactly happened to the all powerful bastard that Rue was disgusted to call her love? Ask her, go on and she was she says, she’s the only one that truly knows how the bastard died. Some say that he drowned, some say he was caught in a massive forest fire and was burned alive. damn, some even say that predators got at him and tore him to shreds. Well if you want to call it any of the above I’d choose the last one, because darling, Rue is never prey, only predator.
I feel you here. I hate it. I need you out of my life.
The face of his memory haunted her mind, those soul-less blue eyes pulsed like a heartbeat at the back of her head. Rue didn't want anything to do with that stupid, selfish idiot who left anyone behind that slowed him down. He was possibly the biggest wolf Rue had ever seen in her lifetime, he towered over everyone like the mountains that watched them, his disciplines exceeding the heat of more than imaginable things. He was feared simply because he was terrifying, different, and his disgusting smugness made him stick out of his house. Every human liked him, like he was full of sweetness and forgivefulness. LaRoux snorted again and lifted her head, continuing to walk forward. Her light blue eyes splattered almost red in this never ending gray scale. Oh woe was her father now, dead, suffering his own regretful misery in hell. But there was a bright side to this pain, it had hardened her soul and heart. Making her indefinable, powerful and legendary.
I can only care about you when your dead.
Long black tinted silken tickled the top soil as deadly nails flipped the earth beneath her. Blue auds scanned the horizon looking over the lands, and the souls that wandered upon it the bloody sleepers that wondered upon it looking for a slave master. She was damn right evil, she will stand there and take a blow to the ribs just to feel the pain. She was insane, yes she did feel pain but there would have to be a lot of pain to cause her to even flinch. Now to get her to back down well, your only choice would probably be to kill her. If you didn’t and you got hurt enough to make you plead with her to end your life, well be prepared to live an painful life, she loved to see others suffer. She simply doesn’t care anymore like she use to, she’d slay anyone that got in her way with a smirk upon her facades. And so many still wonder what exactly happened to the all powerful bastard that Rue was disgusted to call her love? Ask her, go on and she was she says, she’s the only one that truly knows how the bastard died. Some say that he drowned, some say he was caught in a massive forest fire and was burned alive. damn, some even say that predators got at him and tore him to shreds. Well if you want to call it any of the above I’d choose the last one, because darling, Rue is never prey, only predator.