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Hatred. Raw, burning, hatred. People who felt this knew how hard it was to take it, without it rubbing off on them. It creates a pure longing for the shelter of darkness. For people who feel the hatred of family members, despite they're saying that they loved them. It felt like a betrayal. It makes people do things most people would find horrible. But its just people trying to find an escape.
She knew more then most that people who felt hatred just want to rebel and do want they wanted. All she wanted to do was go to parties with friends and leave her house to do as she wished. But she was fifteen and constantly felt the burning hatred of her parents and siblings. She just wanted to cry herself to sleep and never wake up.
She often cut her arms to keep herself from losing her mind. I know what your thinking, poor girl, she should listen to her parent's, what's she thinking, shes disgusting yadda yadda. I know. But hatred can warp a person.
TrustIt is said that the most heavenly wind. It that, which blows between.
A horses ears. I believe it. Any girl who has ridden a horse.
Will believe it. In the mornings. I wake up to the smell of horses.
Still in my nostrils from the dreams. And I can't help but smile.
When you've been around horses. Almost all you're life.
You can't help but think that horses have become apart of you.
As if it was some vital part of you're body. Like you're lungs.
Or you're heart. If you take horses away. You basicilly die.
When you're around horses. You feel as if nothing can stop you.
When you're riding through a jumping course. Or flying.
Through the tree's of a cross country course.
Or exicuting the correct movements of dressage.
You feel the bond with the horse beneath you. Strengthen.
The horse understands what you ask. And does so. Without question.
When you're heading to a competetion. And you're laughing and.
Sharing stories with you're friends. While riding with the horses.
The horses understand
Time Slows"Steady. Whatch for the jump....
Now!" Feeling the powerful animal under you.
Surge with strength as it makes the jump.
The feeling of time slowing as the critical
Moment passes over. No falts.
Turn leap. Four falts.
"That's okay. Come on we can make it"
Soothing the horse under you as it nickers
in frustration. Turn speed up.
"No!" Warning the black being as it heads towards
The wrong jump. It swerves akwardly. But you make the right jump.
The surge of pride as you and you're horse. Leap over the final fence.
Time slows again. Hoping beyond hope. That there won't be any falts.
You clear it. Gently slowing the cantering horse down.
Raising the hand holding the crop up high in victory. As the judge
Announces the time. Hearing you're team mates cheer as the horse rears up.
Patting the gentle giant with pride as you head to the stables.
Brushing the horse down with pride until his coat gleams in the dim light.
Taking pictures with you're mom and friends to remeber the great times.
The thrill of the leap
ask it too.
you had made.
It's the trust.
That you Share.
When it seems
The two of
you make it
Even though it seems that horses don't understand.
It's more then just the competition
The Way of Life chp.8
NightPaw hissed and yowled as a large tabby loomed over her smaller form. The forest shook with furious yowls and defensive hisses. NightPaw had gone with the dawn patrol and they found WindClan hunting on they're grounds. NightPaw and her mentor had lept right into battle after SpiritWind had given the signal to attack. She now faced off with a large tabby she-cat. The she-cat hissed and raced forward. NightPaw lept up and raked her claws down the she-cats side as she came down. Before the tabby could react she whirled around and left three long gashes on her cheek. The tabby yowled in pain and hissed before clawing NightPaw's side. NightPaw's face didn't betray any pain. But that cut stung like fury. She hissed and raced forward sliding under the she-cat and rakeing her back claws on her tender belly. Before shoving up knocking the she-cat off her balance. NightPaw darted out from under her belly and kicked her flank. Makeing the she-cat fall over. As soon as the tabby warrior got up
The Way of Life chp.7
(We is still followin NightPaw)
NightPaw walked back into the camp with a large grey squirrel in her mouth. The warrior looked very suprised and HawkTalon held his head high in pride. She took the squirrel to the elders and they smiled and purred they're thanks. She trotted over to the apperentice's den and sat down in her nest. Not being very hungry. She looked around a noticed two other apperentice's in the den. "Hi" one mewed. And the other purred a "Hello. You must be NightPaw" She nodded. Walking over and sitting down next to them. "My name is StripedPaw. That tom over there is WinterPaw" The she-cat pointed to a silver tom with dark highlights and white markings. The first thought NightPaw had was 'poor hunter' before she saw the toms muscles ripple as he moved to get a better look at her. She repressed a hiss. As he looked her over and forced her fur to lie flat. He looked at her ice blue eyes "You will make a good warrior. It's an honor to fight by you" The tom bowed. NIghtPaw
.:~Your the...~:.Your the angel that stole my heart away
not that I will ever complain
the love that I feel for you is hard for me to explain
every day the feeling only gains and gains
your the only one who can take away my pain <3
Your the angel that keeps me smiling
when I'm not with you I feel like crying
and deep inside I know that without you I'd be dying
there is no denying
that you are absolutely stunning <33
Your the one who dries my tears
and the one who chases away all of my fears
I've loved you for all of these years
and I know the day of our meeting is growing near
let me whisper in your ear
so you can clearly hear
that with you in my life
it's no longer a big strife <333
Your the one who I love
the one who I will always cherrish
it makes me happy when you smile
I've never smiled so wide
it makes me happy when you laugh
I've never laughed so hard
and I think it's adorable when you blush
I've never blushed so red...
...until I met you <3333
A map of the universedreams
the verdant hills of this greEn
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Pride. It kills. It makes people do things they normally wouldn't. It makes them hard people to understand and know. It makes people stuck up, unbelievable. And most of all. Cold.
She knew that more then most people. She was a very proud girl, fourteen years old and already she was the least trusted member in her nieghborhood. All because she got into to many fights, ws to pridefull, and didn't take criticizm well.
She took hurtful words everyday from her enemies, friends and even her siblings. She just felt broken, but her pride wouldn't let her take anything, from anyone without returning the favor.
She sighed and turned from the magnificent view of the Colorado mountains. She walked back towards her house through the forest. She hurt. Mentally, she felt drained. Like coldness, hurt and rage was all that was left within her. She couldn't take much more. She wished her pride would release her.
So very much...
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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