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Chapter 7 -wolf storyChapter 7
Wolves were running everywhere trying to get away from the shooting. Mallika was running behind Razor with Lily's mother in her arms. Keena was running too. Razor was saying, "I knew something bad was gonna happen. I just knew." His mind was on Lily. He didn't want nothing to happen to her and it worried him deeply. The chaos was hard to get though and Hiamovi had stopped them. Once he heard that Lily was hurt, he joined them to go to her. Hiamovi told two other Indians to guided the wolves from the campsite, but not to go to the tribe till the hunters were not coming.
Then Hiamovi raced off with Razor and the others to get Lily. When they arrived at the spot Razor had left her, they noticed that the wolf that saved Lily was there. But only Razor knew who the wolf was )not exactly who he was) and Keena went after the stranger.
"Don't sister, leave him alone!" This stopped Keena in her tracks. It shocked all of them because with all her breath Lily shouted it out. I
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The only light that was in the sky was the moon and its glisten off the water bucket outside the door. Lily looked around the den before getting up. Waya was curled up close to Silver and Sarah. Jack was curled up in the far corner. Razor was close to the entrance; he preferred it that way in case of danger. Seeing this made a little happiness come to Lilys heart. Her dream was coming true but something was missing and not besides Keena and her mother. But she didnt have time to dwell on it.
Razor was getting up just as food was placed outside. The aroma woke everyone else up. Razor mentioned that he liked that the tribe was feeding them but couldnt wait till he could go hunting. Just as the last bite was eaten, Mallika came and said it was time to go. After saying bye to Silver, Sarah and Jack, Razor, Waya and Lily followed Mallika to the edge of the tribe.
There was a group of nine including Hiamovi himself. Each had their own bow-n-arrow and a skin bag on
Split EmotionsYou're my past
I must forget
But a friend
I don't want to lose.
I'm stuck in the middle
Don't know what to do.
The past Makes me sad,
Thinking about it.
It also makes me happy,
Revealing the events that
Once made me happy.
Seeing you puts a smile on my face.
Your hugs! Oh my~
How they make my heart race.
These feeling need to stop.
I can't handle them no more.
I'm going crazy emotionally.
I know us wouldn't be again,
But my heart won't listen.
It's drawing me to a different directions.
It's hard listening to my heart.
When I know what it is saying
Is part of the past.
Our ways are different.
My heart doesn't care.
All it wants is to have me with you.
But my mind knows it won't be.
Emotions being split,
It's not good.
Please God Help!
Te Echo De Menos _ Miss YouLove,
What is it?
Is it something...
That makes you happy?
That makes you sad?
That makes you wanna tell the world?
Does it make you feel all warm inside?
Does it lift your spirits?
Does it make you feel down?
Whispering to them,
A "I Love You!"
When you are apart,
Do thoughts of them
Run though Your Mind.
Then you tell them,
Te echo de menos.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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