The wolf Jumps At meand Pins Me down to the Ground. I kick it off and get up.
The the Jumps at me agian Bitting me In the Arm and shacking me Up like a chew Toy.
"Let Go!!"
"Grrr...." hazil turns into her animal soul as her clock slipps off her but her clothes change becoming the color of her fur as she crouches protecting to helpless boy...
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
**Zombie...will you please stop writing in caps every other word...it gets extremely annoying very quickly**
Sam~
Sam's ears pricked at the sound of something in the forest. Today might be her lucky day. "Save introductions for later...meet me in the local pub." She damanded, switching into a wolf with a purple and black strap holding the sword to her back. Meet me there...if you want to find Paradise. She growled in their minds and took off running.
In a few minutes she came to the forest and ran inside. She soon came upon two more Soul Animals, being attacked by the Forest Wolf, Janju. "Another one!" The girl their screamed.
Hush up girl. Sam told her, grabbing Janju by the scruff and tossing him against the tree. He snarled viciously and regained his footing, lunging at her. Sam dodged his blow. tripping him with her paws.
"Leave Janju! These humans mean you or your forest no harm!" She barked angrily.
"All humans mean harm," he growled as they circled each other. He lunged fowards, only to pinned to the ground.
"I warned you," she snarled, ripping out his throat and transforming into her human form. Blood covered her mouth and she wiped it off with her cloak's sleeve.
Hazil transformed back into her human self and looked up at the girls blody hands as she neel there in the dirt...Her eyes huge with unbelieving st how crule peple could be to animals....
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
*ou have a lot of habits...(from my point of veiw)*
Hazil wore a pair of baggy cappres that were ment for a guy and an original t shirt of white....She regained her composure and quickened her pace to get the cloak back on. She flipped the hood back up over her pointy dog ears.She started heading away after her hourse....
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
