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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.
Twilight stood in the tree that hung over her camp. Her silver toed paws itched to run down and slaughter the cat she called leader.
The Black cat narrowed her eyes. She could do it to. She was Deputy, no cat would believe a deaf medicene cat. The cat she had looked up to and called Leader for so long had LIED. The old tabby that was slowly dieing in his den had lied to her all her life. She had always beieved she was Clan born, a loyal she-cat. A proud warrior of Thunderclan. But NO, she was the kit of a rogue. A rogue that still lived and whose son would be crueler than any cat in the twoleg place.
TwilightShade. Thaat was the black and silver toed she-cats warrior name. Her mother had named her Twilight. And her Leader TwoStar had taken pity on the starving rogue in the middle of Leaf-Fall, he took a kit that hadn't even opened it's eyes and brought it to another. The cat she had claimed was her mother for so long was SpottedWing. She was a beautiful white cat with grey spots dottin
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 intro. Book style!
A little kit. Black and tiny with a sandy kit and a golden kit on either side of her. And a caring silver mother curled around them, glowing with pride, Her ears pricked as a dark tabby stepped into the nursery from the yowls and claws outside, with a gleam in his eye. the silver mother lept forward launching at the tabby. Her kits tirred and the black one whispered something urgently into the others ears. They nodded and stared horrified as they watched they're mother get torn apart. Suddenly the black kit turned into an older cat with strong muscles and striped markings. Her face was bored and she snapped open her cold forebodeing eyes. A line split her face in two. One half her striped self. The other the same. But had a horrified and sad expression blood staining her coat.
A black she-cat rushed into the clearing and stood smiling over the body of a dead white cat. The striped cat smirked and nodded as she joined the ranks. The she-cat stood on a hill that was made of stone starein
Perfect For YouI know that I can never be perfect
and I guarantee that I will slip up at some point,
but I promise you that I will always
do my best to be perfect for you.
I'm a sinner. I sin on a daily basis.
Everyday I will make a mistake.
Please realize that I am trying to be better,
to be perfect for you.
I can never keep from messing up;
trust me, I've tried and failed.
Thing is, I mean it when I say that I
am trying to be perfect for you.
Yes, I messed up, but not in the usual way.
I've still stayed faithful and true to you,
I always will because I truly want
to be perfect for you.
I've gotten better, I really have.
I hope you can see that too.
And I know that you already think
that I am perfect for you.
Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon IIIAll of you stay seated, it's just a cartoon.
Why don't you trust me? Life's a game!
Stop being so scared, I'm not a loon.
I'm good at life, nobody can kill me,
And I know what can kill you, you'll see soon.
Yes that's right, you wimps think you're safe?
Die and come back? Not anymore, nor any time soon.
Death by roulette, I call it Nightmare Wheel!
Pulls you into spikes, killing you for pleasure of a toon.
Step right up, die now and you'll come back to die once more.
Or accept the truth, sit back and see the balloon.
You'll be corrupted when it hits, lost to wander if you survive.
The lucky ones see what comes after death this afternoon.
First to die for real, what an honor it must be to be you.
If Gatonom's words hold true, we'll see very soon.
Ah yes... Barbed wire, amputation, and castration,
Acid, electrocution, and crucifixion. This ends at noon.
The fear runs high, feel her energy... Final Destiny!
It takes a sacrifice of five lives, so what? It's noon...
a nuclear explosion, kil
WorryIt's always there, no matter what even if you don't notice it.
I realized this today, I mean with crushes, best friends, parents, sexuality.
It doesn't leave its always in the back of your mind have you noticed?
There's nothing wrong with it though. And what i mean by this is it helps you get over fear, and loss.
So don't fear that worry, go after the source and change the worry to happiness.
There's ALWAYS a way to do that YOU just have to find it.
Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon IIWelcome to the Circus of Nightmare,
I'll cut people in half, but I don't do illusions.
Magic is not tricking the eye, it's a tool.
All eyes are on me, that just doubles the fun.
Just think what it was like for me in the Shadow Realm.
I was locked away in isolation,
Nobody offered to perform for me!
Now I am free, now let the show begin!
No volunteers? I guess everyone wants death slow.
Or maybe not, some of you do use the option.
I'm not killing you alone, Blue-Eyes are a trio.
Meet my brother and my sister as they join the fun.
Let's lighten the room, light is good right?
Triple White Lightning! And then once again!
Six lightning strikes end half a million lives!
The show is just starting, you can't ever win.
Our lifespan is eternal, nothing you have can hurt us.
It is time to die, time to pay for not giving in.
You will die for our pleasure, your advantage is now ours.
I can kill forever, I am Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon!
Blue-Eyes Toon DragonCall me a psycho, or a maybe just a loon.
All I want to do is have fun, why take my fun?
Like separating a kid and his balloon?
You can't have fun alone in the dark.
I need fun. I need help. I'll get it soon.
I just want to play, is that so wrong?
I can't play if it's not their tune.
You call it land of the free? Let me see.
As I leave this prison, I look at the moon.
Always follow your heart, mine says blood.
I am free now, I am the first free toon.
Massacre is an understatement,
When do I go too far? When is too soon?
Death is funny, comic murder is new to you.
Isn't it ironic to bet against a toon?
Cheaters bet their lives on crooked dealing,
Giving you what you deserve makes my heart balloon.
But who cares about a few humans? I care about me.
My pleasure, my fun. My biggest show starts at noon.
Back from retirement, I am Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon.
Samiec w grzeOch ... faceci w wielkim WoWie,
zapatrzeni w swoją drogę...
Racja tylko po ich stronie,
tu dziewczyna nic nie powie.
Ona się w ogóle nie liczy,
niech tam w kącie sobie ryczy.
My tu WoWa obczajamy ,
jak i co zwyciężać mamy.
Slot dla pani ? hm ... niemożliwy,
chyba , że jakiś na niby.
Uprawnienia pani zechce?!
eh...pomarzyć można jeszcze...
Panie ?... raczej dla ozdoby,
no - na vencie głosik nowy,
lepiej żeby był piszczący,
taki seksy, wręcz jęczący...
Wtedy panom będzie miło,
bo im ego podskoczyło.
Panie niech nie narzekają,
w WoWa lepiej niech nie grają,
bo to męska jest domena,
żadnych pań nam tu nie trzeba.
Dziewczyny są upierdliwe,
a czasami niemożliwe.
Coś nie tak?...
zaraz focha nam strzelają.
Jak dogadać tu się z taką,
niby w raidzie, ale z łachą.
Ma pretensji wcią
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...
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