shift your weight love

[lejea]

[YOU'RE CRUSHING MY HEART]

rightie-o!

MOFO MEMBERS GET YER ASS BACK ON FE!

*sigh* but that's not why i'm posting this. i have built up muse, and it needs to GOOOOOOOOOOO!

anyways, whenever i get on here and have nothing to reply to, i'm going to come here and go haywire with charrie posts and RP and yadayadayada.

SO! MOFO MEMBERS, LISTEN UP GODDAMIT! if you cannot reply [et cetera.] with more than three hundred words [more would be really nice] THEN DON'T POST AT ALL. take your time and get a good post up, and wala, we'll have a big collage of characters all battling for a place in this wonderful thread when my heart is being crushed because some fat guy with a hairy back is sitting on it.

[raquelle]

*coughs* i may being thick, but MOFO? oO

[DingoMutt]

Ah, poor, simple, lovely, naive Raquelle. x3
MOFO = MOTHERF***ER
If that's still too vague, you're welcome to drop me a line on MSN. x3

And unfortunately LeJea, I don't feel you pain! D: It feels like the muse is there, but I can't... tap it for my purposes. It tries to come out in my drawings and I fail miserably because there's just... too... much... inspiration! D:

Regardless, I hope to get back into the flow quite soon, so hopefully you'll have plenty to reply to in the near future. :3

[Sammy]

Sweetheart, I think it's definitely time I gave you what you wanted. How's this for a compromise - I'll work on what I owe you in posts (starting and started) if you get on this Saturday/Friday night-ish before I plough into my exams.

I have muse, but I live in fear of my posts being sub-standard coz of my study-brained mind (or lack of) >>

Love and snuggles,

Sammy (the other partner-mutant-siren-thing-a-ma-bob)

[lejea]

yesh, luffeh, Raquir-Shay, mofo means mother fricker, and i think all of us are mofos sometime in our lives. xD and dun worry Dinger-Doodle! meh muse has been FLOWIN' and i'll be sure to save some for when you get back! and you dun worry neither, Samzar, i'm perfectly alright with how things are going. you don't have to do more than you can handle just because you think i'm asking for more, i am definately not. *snuggles you all*

despite the lies that you're makin', your love is mine for the taking. my love is just waiting, to turn your TEARS TO ROSES.

a masked murderer that you won't want to stop

The break of her stride was natural. The crack of claws meeting stone was routine. The heavy pant from her gaping mouth was loud. The flick of her ears were often. The twitch of her tail to raise higher was meaningful. Full of power, her stride was long, graceful, determined.

Her paws, heavy, large, lethal, were machines programed to catch her before she fell, and protect her should the need arise. Her limbs, long, and arched, were slaves to her every whim and desire, meant to move when she told them, and stay when she didn't. Her chest, deeply hollow, full of vital organs, was important, and without it, she would be dead. Her belly, beige in color, was a weakness, but she kept it well protected. Her haunches, powerful, sturdy, flung her forward when she wanted to run, dug into the ground when she wanted to stop. Her shoulders, broad, reared her up when she wanted a quick turn, kept her head taller than those lower than her. Her neck, thick, long, arched and fell when she wanted her head a certain level. Her back, a brick against all attacks, coiled and released in her stride, held her body aligned and proud. Her tail, long, graceful, kept her balance evened, held her rank when needed. Her head.. beauty. Regal, but not dainty. Pointed, but not chiseled. Her muzzle, long, powerful, full of razor teeth that were a lethal weapon. Her nose, strong, able to smell prey from a mile away. Or a rival. Her ears, sonar, angling any way to allow her total surveillance. Her eyes, a dull brown color, but could reveal her secrets if she were not careful enough. Her right side, perfection. Her left side, disgrace.

Scars of past battles rained on her pelt, all of them healed well enough to keep her going. The pain had faded, was now dull enough to push back and ignore, to keep away till she was completely alone, and then she could cry out in despair and wallow in her own tears. But in front of others, she was a vicious war lord that took no bullshit, and would not tolerate weakness. The hairless left she had was gained from war, a battle in which was thought to be lost, but she had won. She had won, because she had not died. She had stayed alive through the harsh wounds she had bore, and they had eventually healed. And the wolf was now dead. Insomnia had been sure of that. Brave as the little wolf might have been, he was not anymore. No way in hell that wretch was going to get away with tearing apart her beautiful hide, leaving it ravaged and torn. Leaving the helpless fea to be fed upon by raccoons, squirrels, and maggots. Yes, they had come along too. She had been afraid, thinking for sure they would eat her from the inside out, crawling into her jagged wounds and feeding on her vital organs. Destroying her heart and bringing it to a glugging halt. But, she learned, that they only fed on dead skin, turned into flies, and went along their merry way. She owned her life to those maggots, now flies. And could not thank them.

But all those thoughts were gone as she moved effortlessly through the dark, nose twitching, tail held high, and head centered with her body. She traveled at a lope, allowing her aching limbs to stretch out and be free once more after a horrible night in a dark, wet alley. She had to admit, it was not the best place to camp out for a few hours, but it was better than in the middle of a pack's territory. Definitely not. Even a loner could hold a potential danger should they set it in their minds to catch hold of her throat in her sleep. Of course, they would be a punk to sneak up on her and try to slay her while she rested, curled in a ball, and breathing heavily. They were a coward if they thought they could feed off her life before she bolted upright and caught them by their limbs, wrenching them from their paws and onto the ground in an instant.

Insomnia released a breath between her teeth, tired of panting with her tongue hanging between her huge canines. It was annoying to pant for so long, and have your lungs ache for air, heart beat faster to supply blood flow to your too swiftly moving legs, and your tail to keep swishing as you bounded over stray rocks and fallen trees. So she slowed, feeling her muscles scream in relief that she was through. They burned, like he had just swam three miles upstream with a current of twenty-five mph pushing against her. She was exhausted, and knew that if she halted completely, she would collapse and lapse into a deep sleep. In this area, it would be ill advised.

She glanced at the dark trees around her, seeing nothing but stretched shadows, dangling vines, leaves, and the night sky. Stars twinkled dimly, the moon new. She whimpered quietly at the fact that the moon had abandoned her, and called out again that the stars were nearly hidden. Of course, it was always like this every few months. She had be in a particularly dense patch of forest and the moon decided it would be new. She snorted at the thought of it planning it's phases to be against her, and laughing cruelly when it was on time. With another sigh, Insomnia trotted on through the woods, keeping her head low, allowing her tail to fall.

Out here, she held no rank. Out here, she was another nobody. Out here, she was just another visitor going along her merry way. Out here, she was not the feared leader that was known as Insomnia. Out here, she was a disgrace.

character Insomnia [canine; wolf [maybe]]
word count 1003
status complete
muse *prances around with it on my back* neeeigh!