Post by x-Wasabi-x on Aug 12, 2006 6:19:36 GMT -5
I'm Heavily Broken
And I don't know what to do
I am cursed Heavily Broken
I have witnessed four years on this cruel Earth
I am a fae
My pelt was once White and Grey, now however the white is covered by stains of red
My eyes are a pale green/blue
My heart is filled with hate as it always has been. I hate backstabbers and weaklings. Somewhere underneath all the hate there is love, though not many have succeeded in bringing the love out.
I am a wolf
I am dark and evil as any other
I was born at a time when war raged all across my home lands. I was nearly killed at birth by an enemy of my mother, I escaped narrowly with my mother's help, though my two other siblings were killed. I knew not of love, for as soon as my mother saved me she abandoned me, returning only to feed me twice a day. When the war finally ended, my mother was one of the few survivers. There was another pup as well as me, a male. Since there were only three adults and us two pups, we were immediently pushed together. As we got older my life became a little better, until we were nearly two. The pack was growing steadily, there were six adults and us two pups. We would soon be reaching maturity, and when we did there would be a new batch of pups for the pack. Just a week before I was two, a pack came and invaded our terra. It was awful, blood everywhere. I was nearly killed again. The male who I'd grown up with told me this may be our last moment together. I allowed him to breed me. The next day he was killed. After that, my mother was also killed. I couldn't take it, and i fled. I was so upset and furious that my pups miscarried. I was so upset. Soon I turned on myself, feeling it was my fault the pups had died. When my coat was stained from blood, i went hunting for others to hurt. I went from pack to pack, attacking weaker wolves and occasionally a brute. Then one night there was another about my age, a bit older, who attacked me back. He asked why I was killing and i broke down, not able to control it anymore. He took me in and looked after me, i was still young after all. When I seemed fully recovered I told him about my old pack. He felt awful. I was a bit older then two at the time, and when spring came along i pined for my pups. The new brute i'd befriended asked if I really wanted pups. I told him yes, but not just then. I should have said then, because a few days later we were hunting and my friend was killed by a huge male moose.
Since then I have never recovered. Every time I got close to someone they died. So I turned back to my cold ways. I became a loner, travelling the lands on my own. I feel as if I've been cursed. Just a few moons ago I realised I couldn't remember the name I had been cursed with as a pup, so I made a new name for myself. I am Heavily Broken. That was my story, up until now.
I have witnessed four years on this cruel Earth
I am a fae
My pelt was once White and Grey, now however the white is covered by stains of red
My eyes are a pale green/blue
My heart is filled with hate as it always has been. I hate backstabbers and weaklings. Somewhere underneath all the hate there is love, though not many have succeeded in bringing the love out.
I am a wolf
I am dark and evil as any other
I was born at a time when war raged all across my home lands. I was nearly killed at birth by an enemy of my mother, I escaped narrowly with my mother's help, though my two other siblings were killed. I knew not of love, for as soon as my mother saved me she abandoned me, returning only to feed me twice a day. When the war finally ended, my mother was one of the few survivers. There was another pup as well as me, a male. Since there were only three adults and us two pups, we were immediently pushed together. As we got older my life became a little better, until we were nearly two. The pack was growing steadily, there were six adults and us two pups. We would soon be reaching maturity, and when we did there would be a new batch of pups for the pack. Just a week before I was two, a pack came and invaded our terra. It was awful, blood everywhere. I was nearly killed again. The male who I'd grown up with told me this may be our last moment together. I allowed him to breed me. The next day he was killed. After that, my mother was also killed. I couldn't take it, and i fled. I was so upset and furious that my pups miscarried. I was so upset. Soon I turned on myself, feeling it was my fault the pups had died. When my coat was stained from blood, i went hunting for others to hurt. I went from pack to pack, attacking weaker wolves and occasionally a brute. Then one night there was another about my age, a bit older, who attacked me back. He asked why I was killing and i broke down, not able to control it anymore. He took me in and looked after me, i was still young after all. When I seemed fully recovered I told him about my old pack. He felt awful. I was a bit older then two at the time, and when spring came along i pined for my pups. The new brute i'd befriended asked if I really wanted pups. I told him yes, but not just then. I should have said then, because a few days later we were hunting and my friend was killed by a huge male moose.
Since then I have never recovered. Every time I got close to someone they died. So I turned back to my cold ways. I became a loner, travelling the lands on my own. I feel as if I've been cursed. Just a few moons ago I realised I couldn't remember the name I had been cursed with as a pup, so I made a new name for myself. I am Heavily Broken. That was my story, up until now.
Can't you see i'm choking
And I can't even move.
