my heart song
sound the bugle now. play it just for me. as the seasons change remember how i used to be. now i can't go on. can't even start. i've got nothing left just an empty heart. i must give up the fight. there's nothing more for me. lead me a away or leave my lying here.
sound the bugle now. tell them i don't care. there's not a road i know that leads to anywhere. without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark. lay right down decide not to go on.
preferences
dislikes
curious, probing creatures of ill intent
light shining warmfully upon me
likes
the heavy mist blanketed upon the forest floor
the roaring, rolling of storm clouds
cold, icy rain beating upon my back
design
physical; his pelt color is light grey with two maroon colored swoops on his one haunch. there is also a light maroon ragged looking cloth strip tied neatly around his muzzle. his eyes, if open, are grey. ((the illustration above can serve as a reference picture))
physcological; rai's depression fluctuates quite a bit. it really depends on who he is around ... if anyone. for the most part he just buries himself in grief not wishing for much of a life to live before his eventual, but seemingly always prolonged, death.
the symbolism- rai being mute, the maroon rag tied around the muzzle helps illustrate his inablity to speak. the swoops represent, though not accuratley, the wounds; now scars that rai has been inflicted with.
take the butterfly
is there such a joy in which a butterfly delights?
only if such joy is felt in freedom;
freedom from judgment, from malevolence, but most considerably freedom from oneself_.
the enchanted forest
rai lives in the enchanted wood from which he was born. thin now, compared to its once healthy and thriving past. it grows, not from relying on the sun but the energy from those residing. visitors beware; expect to be drained.
fog lays thick and heavy upon the ground almost constantly. rai spends his nights lying under a tree with out-spreading branches that he had deemed his own. not far away is settled a spring; one of healing power -not of death but fatigue; something the entire forest would have to drink in order to revive itself and the only reason rai is able to live in the forest as otherwise he would be unable to revive his constantly drained body.
a bit further away penatrates the ledge that rai sits upon to watch the sun set; the one thing he can rely on. much further away from the area he resides stands a tree. the only tree in the wood to survive the fire. the tree that severly and at a more demanding rate drains his body of energy; this he has experienced while wandering the forest. it also seems to be inscribed with his most recent thoughts and is thus the reason it requires more energy.
as far as rai is conserned there isn't much more to his miserable world; only the skies of which he sleeps under.
for you
adoptables have been moved here for ... convienance.
why become like me
art
lesson learned
rai is quite a depressed lupe. can you blame him. judgement falls harsh and swiftly. he knows no love or compassion. he hasn't even a voice. how then can you express your feelings ...
let nothing /worth/ saying go unsaid, for there are some who simply have no voice.
this tattered maroon rag should remind you of this saying; take it with you.
remember- show compassion when you can. love when its hard. speak the truth for its the only true thing worth hearing. hold fast to judgement; it does the most harm. let not your tongue betray you. remember-
award
For those of you who have also worked hard on your pages have the opportunity to win my Tear Award. Just drop me a neomail (titled Tear Award) with the link to your page.
Here's what it looks like:
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here are some awards i have either freely gathered or won
background photo by jeremy turner
music from crystal chronicals; cathuriges mine
a heartbreaking tale 
