More history.The sun was setting far behind him in the distance. The road in front of him looked like a snake winding it's way to the horizion. "Well I've finally made it." he thought to himself. His grandfather had told the road looked like a snake just before it reached the sea. At the moment he didn't know where he was going but he did know that he couldn't stay here. there was something out there. It called to him it pulled him away from his home.More history.
He knew after his grandfather death that that place, that house wasn't his home. He knew out there somewhere was a plce that would feel right, like he belonged there. The pull was always there,
Rainy Day.Brack started awake, it was the same dream. It was always the same dream. That day the day his life had changed. The day he had truly become alone in the world.Rainy Day.
His sharp eyes scanned the room. The fire was nothing but embers but it did provide some light. He saw the outline of the few trouphies on the mantle above the fireplace. He could barely make out the picture of his father and grandfather. Taken when he was only a baby.
A smile briefly crossed his lips as he thought back to simpler times. The times when he was only a cub. He used to play with his grandpa. He remembered wanting to just like him. Strong and alw
None.I'm trying to make it right.None.
It's just tough to be this deep and still fight.
I want to give up
but I know I can't.
I want to roll over and die.
But I can't.
All I want at this point is some form of stability someone to love
Brack's history part IIThe embers flared as though they had found what they were searching for. The feline spung from where he was to stand on an outcropping. He crouched into a fighting stance. "I don't know who you are, but I think you should turn back now!" He yelled over the crash of the waves and the booming of the thunder. He waited crouched their ready for combat if the need should araise.Brack's history part II
"Brack Thunder?" A voice echoed from behind the embers. Lightning once again filled the night sky and showed the equine for what he was. The sword in his hand came up to his side as he studied the Feline before him. "Are you Brack Thunder?.. Answer me!!" He sh
I'm back and I'm loving it.
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I'VE MOVED.
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So I'm thinking I should do something.. but I write poetry, and I'm not sure what I can do with that, since it happens so rarely for me...
Could I do things by request? Just not sure... but maybe I should try.
If you have any ideas, give me a holler, kay?
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"Until you find something worth dying for, you're not really living."
May my words never be wasted...
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My Furcadia Portraits are an 'Art'! Not an 'Avatar'!!!!
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We're just two lost souls livin' in a fish bowl, year after year.. runnin' the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears.. wish you were here..
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~ThatTime
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