Posts by Sky-Foot

Duckstep

Spottedpaw

When night falls, you hold a special watch to remember what to do when life doesn't go home. Looking happy, you murder your mother with her lovely favorite son. Then kissed the limp hand and bid five wishes of agony before shooting your pumpkin gun. Make it fast, whispered the voice of your shadows, lest there remains two others beyond your own home. Watch as the life of Ben falls but doesn't die and wonder why she left. Tears stream down like hot lava, burning your soft skin. You scream before the pain knocks you out, leaving numbing peace. Wish for justice and truth, so when you die, you release peace and know it spills. When you pray for luck, consciousness slips away and leaves you dry. The emotion builds, and then it crumbles into dust. When your eyes close, it seems completely satisfactory when you let them go. When light soon returns, everything is again fine. You remember how much love you gave to them, how much loyalty dwindles. And then rain clouds invade with lightning. Cake is like money filled with rainbows - a majestic metaphor used only seriously in times of need. Rain falls, a chorus of angels sings a song of grace. You run because you've heard the beautiful cry that brings rejection and grace to you. Try another step in and fall headfirst into a whirlwind of confusion and despair in the darkness. You feel pain, the heartbeats pass, and you cry out for help. Nobody hears your

[glow=red,2,300]Bebe Stevens[/glow]
Bebe looked at Cammie, confused. Why did she suddenly look uncomfortable? Did I say something weird? She thought. "...What's wrong, Cammie?" The blonde asked. "You look kinda weirded out."

(( I've been really busy, so my muse is a little low. Sorry. ))

When night falls, you hold a special watch to remember what to do when life doesn't go home. Looking happy, you murder your mother with her lovely favorite son. Then kissed the limp hand and bid five wishes of agony before shooting your pumpkin gun. Make it fast, whispered the voice of your shadows, lest there remains two others beyond your own home. Watch as the life of Ben falls but doesn't die and wonder why she left. Tears stream down like hot lava, burning your soft skin. You scream before the pain knocks you out, leaving numbing peace. Wish for justice and truth, so when you die, you release peace and know it spills. When you pray for luck, consciousness slips away and leaves you dry. The emotion builds, and then it crumbles into dust. When your eyes close, it seems completely satisfactory when you let them go. When light soon returns, everything is again fine. You remember how much love you gave to them, how much loyalty dwindles. And then rain clouds invade with lightning. Cake is like money filled with rainbows - a majestic metaphor used only seriously in times of need. Rain falls, a chorus of angels sings a song of grace. You run because you've heard the beautiful cry that brings rejection and grace to you. Try another step in and fall headfirst into a whirlwind of confusion and despair in the darkness. You feel pain, the heartbeats pass, and you cry out for help. Nobody hears your cries in

Though the white mask he was wearing covered his face, it was clear that he was trying to keep himself calm. "We need to monitor how your body reacts to its new changes. And please watch your tone, young lady," The doctor said. "And yes, you will be fed two times a day."

Stonepath

Dawncloud

Brindlepaw

One of the other doctors whispered something to him, and he gritted his teeth. "That's enough. Now, in order for you to find your way around, you will be given a tour by one of our volunteers." He gestured to a young woman standing next to him, who looked uncomfortable. "You will call her Ms. T."

Featherweight

Eggshell

Swamppaw

Mackeralclaw

Orangepaw

'Ms. T' looked at Maylee, her discomfort visible. "I'm...not supposed to answer questions like that," The black haired woman responded. "But not for very long." She turned around, beginning the tour, and hopefully stopping any more questions of that nature.

Leslie glared at the other girl as she led them away. Sure, she wasn't as outspoken as the other captives, but that didn't mean she liked their situation. She was simply deciding to lay low and stay quiet until she could figure out a plan to get out of this place.

Burststream

(( Bebe and Tweek are free for anyone to talk to them, by the way. ))

When night falls, you hold a special watch to remember what to do when life doesn't go home. Looking happy, you murder your mother with her lovely favorite son. Then kissed the limp hand and bid five wishes of agony before shooting your pumpkin gun. Make it fast, whispered the voice of your shadows, lest there remains two others beyond your own home. Watch as the life of Ben falls but doesn't die and wonder why she left. Tears stream down like hot lava, burning your soft skin. You scream before the pain knocks you out, leaving numbing peace. Wish for justice and truth, so when you die, you release peace and know it spills. When you pray for luck, consciousness slips away and leaves you dry. The emotion builds, and then it crumbles into dust. When your eyes close, it seems completely satisfactory when you let them go. When light soon returns, everything is again fine. You remember how much love you gave to them, how much loyalty dwindles. And then rain clouds invade with lightning. Cake is like money filled with rainbows - a majestic metaphor used only seriously in times of need. Rain falls, a chorus of angels sings a song of grace. You run because you've heard the beautiful cry that brings rejection and grace to you. Try another step in and fall headfirst into a whirlwind of confusion and despair in the darkness. You feel pain, the heartbeats pass, and you cry out for help. Nobody hears your cries in despair as you wonder why. Desperation fills you and you

Woodtail

[glow=red,2,300]Bebe Stevens[/glow]
Bebe glanced at Aki, noticing that the girl was speaking to her."Oh! Hello," The outgoing blonde replied, a smile reappearing on her face. "I didn't hear your name before. Do you mind telling me?" Her worries about Cammie were momentarily pushed aside, as she focused on this new conversation.

Windfoot

When night falls, you hold a special watch to remember what to do when life doesn't go home. Looking happy, you murder your mother with her lovely favorite son. Then kissed the limp hand and bid five wishes of agony before shooting your pumpkin gun. Make it fast, whispered the voice of your shadows, lest there remains two others beyond your own home. Watch as the life of Ben falls but doesn't die and wonder why she left. Tears stream down like hot lava, burning your soft skin. You scream before the pain knocks you out, leaving numbing peace. Wish for justice and truth, so when you die, you release peace and know it spills. When you pray for luck, consciousness slips away and leaves you dry. The emotion builds, and then it crumbles into dust. When your eyes close, it seems completely satisfactory when you let them go. When light soon returns, everything is again fine. You remember how much love you gave to them, how much loyalty dwindles. And then rain clouds invade with lightning. Cake is like money filled with rainbows - a majestic metaphor used only seriously in times of need. Rain falls, a chorus of angels sings a song of grace. You run because you've heard the beautiful cry that brings rejection and grace to you. Try another step in and fall headfirst into a whirlwind of confusion and despair in the darkness. You feel pain, the heartbeats pass, and you cry out for help. Nobody hears your cries in despair as you wonder why. Desperation fills you and you feel like you're dissolving into dust.