Voilent ++ Dying ++ Alert ++ Vengfull
I died from my pack.
Barb wire.
I died my first death and lived my seocnd with revenge.
Then I died in a fire.
My third death I had been reunite dwith my old pack, and slaughter one of the kougra's who killed me, I acheived. But I was slaughtered by the others before I could kill them aswell.
Today I still live my fourth life. Though with every death the more I become unable to taste, al my senses numb. Soon, I'll just be a ghost trapped in the world of reality.
Lives left: 5
The day I acheive my goal, to kill thoose who killed me, I get my first life back. Renewed with everything again. And the if I die, I'll die fully. If I don't, and all my lived are up.
I'll never be able to die, Ill never be able to live.
Could I say I'm vile?
Could I say I'm the one you should hail?
Barb wire clings to my tail in a instant reminder,
That if you say I'm kind you couldn't be blinder.
My paw is twisted in greys,
Reminding me not to dwell on sorrow and on sadness not to graze.
Could you say I'm different?
Could you say that I'm quite like a tryant?
I am rather violent.
Plus the fact I am unnatrualy silent.
I want to kill thoose who think of me less than what I am.
But otherwise I say, scram!
Could any one say I am hiding my true emotions?
Could any one say I'd like to brew killing potions?
But all in truth.
Not everything is what I ruth.
Feelings that I keep locked away,
As if for my heart a passaway.
Love, Kindness, thats not what I seek,
All of thoose to me are bleek.
Its revenge.
For my true death to advenge.
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Fishing Skill: 3
Jobs Completed: 0
Played: 0
