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To hell with you, I want you die underneath my claws, and beg for mercy.
Joined: Oct 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 4 Karma: 0 |  | Welcome to the Good Life. « Thread Started on Oct 15, 2007, 5:45pm » | |
The water of Lake Senata lapped gently at the shores, making soothing sounds that relaxed the young wolf gazing out from her vantage point from a large rock. The dames thoughts were not on the beauty that surrounded her, but on her bastard father. She missed him dearly, and that pissed her off. Why should she miss him?!?! It was aggravating really, even after she erased him from her life he still stayed, like a thorn stuck in a paw, after awhile it made the paw sore and tender. Now she didn't want that to happen, so she turned her thoughts to the lake ahead.
Gulls screamed angrily at other gulls as they fought over a corpse that decorated the sandy shore. Becoming quickly annoyed Sparrow yipped loudly, causing the gull to look up and temporarily forget the carrion beneath them. Smiling mischievously Sparrow lept up and dashed madly to-wards the garbage eaters, sand and gravel flicking out being her as she ran. Thinking quickly she began to bray loudly, howling, yipping, whining, all sounds wolves can make.
Stunned the gulls landed and stared at this strange creature, realizing she was almost upon them they squawked and screeched, but rose into the air and flew off in terror. Giving herself a self-satisfied smile Sparrow trotted down the beach happily, totally forgetting her father in the process. She quickly moved back to her roack and settled down, feeling tired after her galavanting along the beach, but still suffering a natural high.
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