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Thursday, March 8, 2007


Story
"Come on, come on!" I cried, my hands quickly fumbling around the scroll in my hands. My hands seemed to be tied apart from each other, the numbing effects starting to kick in.
Suddenly, the scroll slipped out of my hands and was sent twirling through the midnight-black sky.
"Grrr!" I growled, grasping the scroll between my wolfen jaws. My feet started padding against the ground slower, now feeling heavy and weightless at the same time.
"Aaaaaaahhh!!" Another ear-piercing scream shattered the almost silence of night.
"I'm coming, BJ!" I wanted to shout, but the muscles in my mouth were beginning to somehow soften, and I could barely keep the scroll wedged in my jaw.
My fingers began to freeze in one position, then they would start to move slowly.
The bliss, cold feeling of the sparkling rain began to drizzel against my face, as I blinked it away. Any ordinary night I would be staring into the sky. But I had more important things to worry about, like my best friend.
"What the?!" I yelped, the scroll flying from my mouth. The cord slipped around my finger, the scroll only stopping inches from the ground.
The mud slipped underneath my feet, pulling me down.
KRACK!!! A sickening thud against the ground when I landed. What was I doing on the ground? Get up! I told myself. Get up, dammit! But try as hard as I could, I couldn't pull myself up.
Focusing all of my energy and power into my arms, I managed to barely lift off of the ground. Blood from my wound dribbled down into the softened earth, as if it could run freely whenever it wanted to.
Trembling with pain and exhaustion, my hands began slipping in the dampened soil.
"Aaaaaaaahhh!" yet another scream.
B-BJ...I'm...sorry...
Those were the last words I thought of, before I collapsed on the ground, my arms finally giving way like they were wet slips of paper being cut in half.
Slowly, my wolf form squirmed out and over my body, the red markings no longer burning with the power I once had. If I turned completely black, I was dead.
But I couldn't worry about myself. All I could think was if my friend was dead...or if she was barely hanging on...?

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Well, that's based on something I just thought up. It's about my good friend Dragonclaw {please visit her site} and me. So, yeah. I don't know really what to call it, so just enjoy it and tell me what to work on, please?
Enjoy, and cheers!
.:Demon Wolf Koruki:.

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