Post by Darkness on Jan 13, 2008 16:24:01 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]Here we go for the hundredth time[/glow]
"They were wartorn."
It was some of the only words Shuck could clearly remember, or at least, the few she chose to remember. She remembered hearing her mother and father speaking of one of the nearby packs, speaking of how they had begun a war between each other, fighting until all but a few of the members had escaped. Thinking over those words, Shuck felt shivers run down her spine. That had been the night that her father had killed her mother, angry that she had refused to understand that Shuck's own grandfather had led that pack, and was now dead. He had grieved for that wolf, and Shuck's mother had refused to see his way. She had said that his grieving was a waste of time.
"F--k you," she muttered to herself. "F--k you, mum." Her mother was long gone now, and Shuck remembered having seen the fight. And she was happy to have seen her maternal figure fall lifelessly to the ground, with a look of terror in her beautiful, crystal-blue eyes. Eyes that Shuck hadn't inherited, and knew it was right not to inherit such eyes. Those were soft eyes, the eyes of a femme who couldn't have protected herself from any d--n thing thrown her way.
[glow=white,2,300]Hand grenade pins in every line[/glow]
Shuck's violent eyes glowed angrily, her messy black fur rising high as a sign of hatred towards her mother, Sure, the woman had spawned her, but did Shuck give a d--n? Hell no. Like she cared. Examining her thick black claws, Shuck realized there wasn't a chance in hell that she would have followed her mother in later life, even if the she-wolf had lived. Shuck was strong. Her mother had been weak.
Weak links were to be destroyed. It was nature's way, and it was Shuck's way too. It always would be Shuck's way, as if it wasn't, she lost reputation, something Shuck didn't want to lose so quickly. She had built up quite a good reputation, with her lightning quick scissor bite and suprisingly thick body. With a smirk, Shuck remembered the many times she'd been mistaken for a male because of her frame.
Hell no. She'd beaten a good many males, and they'd fallen to the ground with no breath left in their lungs, and with their viscous, sticky blood clinging to her muzzle, fangs, and claws, creating smears as she walked away from the pitiful creatures she'd once respected. Respect was something Shuck had long abandoned. Who was there left to respect? No one but herself.
[glow=white,2,300]Throw 'em up and let something shine[/glow]
"They were wartorn."
It was some of the only words Shuck could clearly remember, or at least, the few she chose to remember. She remembered hearing her mother and father speaking of one of the nearby packs, speaking of how they had begun a war between each other, fighting until all but a few of the members had escaped. Thinking over those words, Shuck felt shivers run down her spine. That had been the night that her father had killed her mother, angry that she had refused to understand that Shuck's own grandfather had led that pack, and was now dead. He had grieved for that wolf, and Shuck's mother had refused to see his way. She had said that his grieving was a waste of time.
"F--k you," she muttered to herself. "F--k you, mum." Her mother was long gone now, and Shuck remembered having seen the fight. And she was happy to have seen her maternal figure fall lifelessly to the ground, with a look of terror in her beautiful, crystal-blue eyes. Eyes that Shuck hadn't inherited, and knew it was right not to inherit such eyes. Those were soft eyes, the eyes of a femme who couldn't have protected herself from any d--n thing thrown her way.
[glow=white,2,300]Hand grenade pins in every line[/glow]
Shuck's violent eyes glowed angrily, her messy black fur rising high as a sign of hatred towards her mother, Sure, the woman had spawned her, but did Shuck give a d--n? Hell no. Like she cared. Examining her thick black claws, Shuck realized there wasn't a chance in hell that she would have followed her mother in later life, even if the she-wolf had lived. Shuck was strong. Her mother had been weak.
Weak links were to be destroyed. It was nature's way, and it was Shuck's way too. It always would be Shuck's way, as if it wasn't, she lost reputation, something Shuck didn't want to lose so quickly. She had built up quite a good reputation, with her lightning quick scissor bite and suprisingly thick body. With a smirk, Shuck remembered the many times she'd been mistaken for a male because of her frame.
Hell no. She'd beaten a good many males, and they'd fallen to the ground with no breath left in their lungs, and with their viscous, sticky blood clinging to her muzzle, fangs, and claws, creating smears as she walked away from the pitiful creatures she'd once respected. Respect was something Shuck had long abandoned. Who was there left to respect? No one but herself.
[glow=white,2,300]Throw 'em up and let something shine[/glow]
