SHE'S A GODDESS, YOU NEVER GOT THAT | private, curtainpaw

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]He'd been here for three days. Three days. Seventy two hours. Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes.


    He'd been for such a short time and already it felt more like him to him than it had been with Andrew. He loved his brother, and he always would, and it was nothing to do with his twin; more to do with the fact that they were constantly moving. From place to place, never somewhere to call home - it was lonely, quite honestly. For as long as he could remember, they'd never stayed somewhere for more than a week.


    One week. Seven days. One hundred and sixty eight hours. Ten thousand and eighty minutes.


    He'd been here for three days, and he was worried. Worried than in four days his brother and him would pick up their things and leave. Worried that once more, just like every other place, he'd leave. He didn't know why they'd leave, but there was always some reason; it wasn't the right place, or humans came, or there was war, or they just didn't fit in.


    The seventh month old german shepherd rolled onto his back. He was in the shade of a tree, the sun only half-risen in the sky. Pink and purple splashed the clouds, limpid sun slowly progressing across the shadowy town. And as the sun rose, everyone rose with it.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 300px; border-width: 0px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 75px; height: 75px; padding: 7px; float: left; background-image: url(http://s19.postimg.org/jtb81t1jj/59eg_PRN.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; border-width: 2px; border-color: transparent; margin-right: 12px;][/fancypost]freedom. it was a simplistic word yet one that held so much meaning and carried so much weight. time had a way of twisting things, creating one bond and destroying two others and constantly changing to suit the needs of the masses. curtainpaw didn't like change. she had yet to experience a good one and yet she somehow dreaded that to come. a good change was still a change, and curt didn't like change. did she? ugh, it hurt to think about.


    seven months. two hundred and fifteen days. who even cared how many minutes and seconds she'd been walking the earth for? all curt knew was that it had been too long. two months. sixty days, approximately, since she had re-joined colouredclan. two and a half months. seventy nine days since she had come back to life. eighty two days since she had done something very, very stupid. funny how things changed.


    that's what was on the blackblood's mind when she stumbled across the german shepherd. she didn't know kaden. not really. she'd spoken few words to he and his brother, though she never had been overly chatty with joiners and the two were no different no matter how well they had fit in. she couldn't share a clan with strangers, so she had to get to know them eventually. well, it was now or never, she supposed. as the sun rose and the town stirred with colour and sound and movement, curt would approach the dog. "having fun down there?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; letter-spacing: 1px;][justify][size=8]It wasn't as if Kaden objected against change; the opposite, really. Change was a good thing. It brought new beginnings, it brought new friendships, it brought new opportunities. He guessed that, in a way, that was what made it so detrimental. And in a way, Kaden was self-destructive. It was hard to explain how, exactly, but he was.


    Perhaps it was the fact that he was never willing to do anything for himself. And this didn't mean he could traipse around calling himself some selfless hero - the opposite, really. He didn't do anything for himself because he was too afraid to, and he didn't do anything for others because he was too engrossed in his own thoughts to really notice his surroundings. He liked to pluck problems out of thin air and present them on a silver platter before him, claiming to have issues, claiming that he needed someone to talk to, and yet his claims never passed his ivory teeth.


    He'd lived for seven months. Seven months and seven days and he still didn't know that there was more than just black and white, right and wrong. The grey area in between was a place he'd never visited. But who cared the middle? Destroy the middle, he thought, it's a waste of time. From the perfect start to the finish line.


    Kaden was almost the polar opposite of Curtainpaw; he liked change, he liked meeting new people. And those two things almost slotted together seamlessly, in their very own separate place. Socialization, he supposed, one of the few things he was actually good at. He blinked open his almond-shaped eyes, staring up at Curtainpaw in surprise. "Lovely," he replied sarcastically, but not a mean sarcasm. He was smiling as he rolled back onto his haunches.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1.20;][i]but the monsters turned out to be just trees
    [hr]"looks that way. i feel like i'm missing out on something." with that said curtain dropped into a sitting position, watching with amusement as kaden rolled over. "kaden, right?" curt was a little hesitant in asking that in fear that she'd get kaden's name mixed up with that of his brother's. she wasn't very good with names.


    /thIS IS REALLY SHORT BUT I'M AT WORK SO I'LL FIX IT WHEN I GET HOME IF YOU WANT AHH