I'm sick and tired of your masquerade
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
I wish I can feel again as I did before, to be as carefree as I once was, to be fun-loving and a fluffy ball full of energy, like I’m supposed to be. Always running and chasing and leaping and playing. It’s just not really in me anymore. Now it’s just longing days full of musings, and thoughts that made tears want to fall, or howl my sorrow to the moon. I am in peace for the moment, memory flashed from my three years of life filling my vision and clouding my mind, though an ear is still perked on lookout. Not at my most alert right now quite clearly, though really I did not think my quiet time could be interrupted, a foolish idea really, this was a place for loners and of crossing paths, and my other ear twisted as I drew just enough of myself from thoughts to pay attention. Just enough to save me from a attack or two, unless of course it was the silent kind. Something seems to feel wrong, and I am not able to place my paw upon it, no matter how hard I try, and it’s enough to have my ruff bristle just the slightest degree. I snap out of my thoughts and draw my tongue over my lips, aqua eyes searching the area. What I wasn’t aware of was that the danger was so close. There was a strange female at my side, her jaws in easy reach to grab and harm something, and my ears flatten to my skull, just as the words reach them. “I just overthink things I guess. It might run in my family.”
My own tones are as sweet and silver lined as ever, and I pull myself just out of reach of those jaws. “Thinking is what I do lately. I’m Clementine.” I tilt my head slightly to the side and watch her, eyes meeting her own. Waiting to see what she would do next.
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
the healer of diveen
three - no imprint - no mate – no children- zack x aerith of old moladion
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