Post by Shadow on Jul 5, 2008 15:40:01 GMT -5
Rayne
I'm having a day from hell.
It was going so well (before you came.)
You told me you needed space,
With a kiss on the side my face (not again.)
And not to mention (the tears I shed,)
I should've kicked your (ass instead.)
I need intervention,
Attention to stop temptation to scream.
With a blink, deep sea-blue eyes recovered their vision from a blurry, sleepy state that had taken over a moment ago. The creature had just woken up, but even now she could tell the day would suck. Slipping her paws under her, the she-wolf stood to her full, medium-sized height, giving her peltage a quick shake to rid herself of any dust or dirt that had accumulated while she slept. Of course, the breeding valley wasn't an ideal place for the female to sleep; but she had stayed just outside the border. There were many more way better looking females for rapists to seek after, or atleast, that's what Rayne told herself. Low self-esteem had become a natural thing for the wolfess now. After all, having your mate leave you would send most females to the dirt with depression. Rayne had managed to keep her composer, for the most part, with only the occasional mental break-down. Considering not only the fact that the only brute she'd ever loved had left her, but the fact that her only daughter, Kaliska, had died of a mysterious illness as well, it could be said that Rayne...could be doing a lot worse.
Being the Alphess of Blood Beach, the white femmora with stone-gray undertones held herself with uderstandable authority. Although the Neuteral pack consisted of just one member - herself - as of late, it still served as a great home for the single wolfess. But she hadn't come here to drone on and on in her head about how much she needed new pack members. So, why had she come here, then?
Baby, everything is fucked up,
Straight from the heart,
Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart?
Gotta' pick myself up, where do I start?
'Cause I can't turn to you, when it all falls apart.
I'm having a day from hell.
It was going so well (before you came.)
You told me you needed space,
With a kiss on the side my face (not again.)
And not to mention (the tears I shed,)
I should've kicked your (ass instead.)
I need intervention,
Attention to stop temptation to scream.
With a blink, deep sea-blue eyes recovered their vision from a blurry, sleepy state that had taken over a moment ago. The creature had just woken up, but even now she could tell the day would suck. Slipping her paws under her, the she-wolf stood to her full, medium-sized height, giving her peltage a quick shake to rid herself of any dust or dirt that had accumulated while she slept. Of course, the breeding valley wasn't an ideal place for the female to sleep; but she had stayed just outside the border. There were many more way better looking females for rapists to seek after, or atleast, that's what Rayne told herself. Low self-esteem had become a natural thing for the wolfess now. After all, having your mate leave you would send most females to the dirt with depression. Rayne had managed to keep her composer, for the most part, with only the occasional mental break-down. Considering not only the fact that the only brute she'd ever loved had left her, but the fact that her only daughter, Kaliska, had died of a mysterious illness as well, it could be said that Rayne...could be doing a lot worse.
Being the Alphess of Blood Beach, the white femmora with stone-gray undertones held herself with uderstandable authority. Although the Neuteral pack consisted of just one member - herself - as of late, it still served as a great home for the single wolfess. But she hadn't come here to drone on and on in her head about how much she needed new pack members. So, why had she come here, then?
Baby, everything is fucked up,
Straight from the heart,
Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart?
Gotta' pick myself up, where do I start?
'Cause I can't turn to you, when it all falls apart.
