HUSH LITTLE BABY || p; Ghostpup

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    ▼ OPENING MY BOOK OF FACTS ▼

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]It seemed that the cooperation between night and cold had ended since that night was not as cold as the previous ones when compared, even though the lean blonde was once again wrapped under her muffler, well at least her neck and the half of her face since it did keep her warm and the one that she possessed quite recently had a silky texture which helped her to drift off to sleep. However, again she was sleepless and her chocolate optics were gazing at the stars as her spotless pelt was washed by the moonlight. Her warm breath escaped her mouth with a sigh, a sigh that was the white flag against her phobia — she was not able to stand the loneliness in her room any longer. She could not sleep alone, spend her time alone and Shiraishi constantly felt the urge to be soothed by another presence, but lately it was bugging her a lot. She had to face, she had to learn to live depending on only herself. Her friends or her clanmates could not always be there, and she had to learn to enjoy her solitude. Subsequently, another sigh left her maw and she rested her head on her paws in her laying position.


    She remembered the days. The days when she had been only a cub with a cheerful impression. Her parents had been beside her. Shiraishi shook her head to sides hastily; she knew what followed next. The memories of being embraced by the cold arms of loneliness after her parents had abandoned her. Shutting her eyes for only a moment, she reminded herself that she was not alone now. She had a new family in BoneClan — and she was never alone. That soothed her only a little while she patiently waited to fall asleep naturally despite the fact that it was hard without one's company.


    //eeh sucky first post
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    ▲ DREAMING ON A CADILLAC ! ▲

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:90%; text-align: justify]The darkness that consumed the world were peaceful to some, a time for slumber and providing rest, even safety. That wasn't case for the small alabaster pup, his thoughts invaded by memories of the past. It kept him awake and anxious, before his body would force him to sleep, too exhausted to cope. He was still so young, younger than he felt, and his body wasn't ready for such strain. It provided him with decent sleep, but waiting for his body to take over was difficult. He would never forget what happened to him, and how badly abused he was. That man was cruel, and yet Ghost couldn't find the courage to hate him. Why couldn't he? He wanted to despise him, to hate him with all of his heart, but yet he couldn't. Maybe it was because without his past, he wouldn't have met Greek. He wouldn't have come to this clan, and wouldn't have made the friends he had made. So in a way, he was grateful. He would go through anything to be with Greek, and so if it meant reliving his past every night and day, he would do it.


    The small child was curled up in a light grey blanket, his head peeking out from it's fluffy depths. He got cold at night, freaked out by his thoughts. Images of the abuse he received flashed through his mind, causing his body to shake slightly. Greek was somewhere, most likely sleeping, and yet Ghost couldn't calm his racing heart. He needed someone to soothe his thoughts. A soft whimper left his lips as he pressed his nose into the blanket, breathing in it's sweet scent.


    rushed