I haven't written to my blog in forever... I suppose I'll make up for it and post a small excerpt from a story of mine on MS that I tend to publish. So, here you goes! :3

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...I awoke back in my abandoned lot, head aching while a huge, bird-like dog stood over me. He made me jump back. I stared at him, eyes wide in horror. I breathed heavily as I stared at him, his glossy eyes only showing no emotion.
A large, golden halo was over his head with two feathers were perched beside it and he carried wings, big, bird-like, silver wings. I stared as he smiled, walking over to me, but I backed up, looking at the necklace that dangled from his neck, the berry-like, purple necklace.
“Do not be frightened, Brother, it tis only I, Gabriel.”
“G-Gabriel?” I asked and cocked my head, my ears shooting up at him.
“Yes,” he said softly, yet in a firm whimper, “you have returned, Saint Peter.”
I could only laugh as I stared at this freak-show, calling me Saint Peter. Who did he think he was? I knew no Saint Peter, no Gabriel, and I knew no ‘brother’ of mine. Hell, I don’t even remember my parents.
“Look, you have me mistaken, Gabriella…”
“Gabriel,” he growled sternly, staring at me, his glossy, white eyes now cold.
“Yeah, whatever. My name is Arlington, and I know no Saint Peter or Gabriel for that…”
“Gabriel, born an angel of God. Was sent to the Virgin Mary to tell her she would have a child, Jesus Christ, I believe was his name.”
My eyes widened as I stared at the bird-like dog, “And I-I’m…”
“Saint Peter, my brother, an angel of God, as well.” He smiled, “Come, I shall explain everything as we walk and talk.”
As we began down the sidewalk, I stared at all the people who weren’t staring at him. I couldn’t understand why they couldn’t see him. I stared at him, who was staring straight forward, and then I stared at the people.
“Your sight is for paying attention to what is in front of you, and around you, not why they can’t see me, Saint Peter.”
I stared at him and slowly whimpered, lowering my ears. I positioned my body, focusing on my forward surroundings. He smiled though he didn’t even look at me, but answered my question, “Only you can see me.”
“Okay,” I whimpered, but there was only one more thing, that I did not want him to know I thought about. His eyes, the eyes that I know contain. His eyes that was so hollow and white with no color at all. They were pale, very pale and contained a glossy tint to them. I thought I already knew the answer to the question, but I wasn’t sure.
“Yes,” he growled sternly. I raised my head, looking at him in confusion.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’m blind. But I can perfectly see that you are wondering how. All in good time.”
I wondered what he had meant by that, but I shook the thought away as we walked, him by my side. A stared down at his paws. They were so huge, like a…
“Wolves, dear Saint Peter? Do you have a problem with wolves, my brother?” he asked, looking over at me with his blind eyes.
I began to stutter as he smiled.
“N-n-no, sir.”
“Good, because I have no problem with worthless dogs, now, come, right this way!” He nodded towards Central Park, a place I hardly ever went. Why? Snobby, stuck up dogs, that’s why. Killer, that’s why. I had no family, that’s why, no master.
“I-I can’t.”
“Why not?” he asked staring at me with confused blind eyes; I was surprised that he didn’t just answer the question himself with all his magic angelic powers he used on me.
“Because… Jackob…” I whimpered, thinking of my old master, the one who had died. I loved him so dearly back then, still do. You can’t replace your first master, no matter how hard you try. I still want that nice family, that family with a child, about eight years old so he can just hug my neck all the time and pet me – come to think of it a small, four to eigh

Hate Emo??????
Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone

are you laughing?

Isnt it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

ISNT IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

im not laughing.

ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISNT IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS

KEEP ON LAUGHING

isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life

without knowing her situation with her friends

or her family

or her LIFE

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING

BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH

OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND

BRAVE IS

GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE

ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS

KEEP ON LAUGHING.

if you agree put this on ur bebo.

-(c) All characters belong to Bored and Weird Studeos (c) 2007-2008 Trezevant, Tennessee, USA. If this chapter is taken from MY BOOK, I will KILL you. No, I mean it, I WILL KILL YOU. End of story-

Horus stared up at the sky, his yellow eyes glistening as he let out a mournful howl, it arising above the trees and then lingering through the misty air. Lone awoke to the sound, her yellow eyes opening slowly to hear her comrade calling into the mist. She got up, stretching as she walked over to him to see him restless.

"My dear, Horus, why must you awake us from our sleep?"

Horus looked over at the sleep Hellhound, eyes still shut with dreariness as he kicked his legs, dreaming of chasing something from its habitat and into the wilderness and beyond. He stared back into Lone's soft yet cold yellow eyes. "What we?"

"Horus, please, you must sleep." Lone lied down where she stood, curling into a large, light blue ball so Horus could see that she needed rest, but Horus was restless as he sat down, looking at her. He cocked his head as his Wiccan necklace made a nice, ringing sound.

"Lone, why do we not hunt like the other wolves during the night? Why do we not howl, filling the night sky with our wonderful call to the Moon Goddess?"

Lone opened a sleepy eye as she looked up at him as he knelt down to the small pack leader, licking her muzzle and hassling, but she just closed it, licking his. "We will, Horus, after we defeat Wolfhorse and MnM."

Horus looked up at the sky, watching the clouds pass over them. He snorted, lying down beside Lone and putting a paw on her back as he grunted. "And that shall be soon right?" he asked, raising his head as he laid it over her back.

"I dunno, Horus, I honestly dunno."


MnM held his paws over his head as he felt the pounding over and over. Like a hammer hitting his head, he felt a headache like no other. He couldn't sleep; he couldn't think. Hell, he couldn't do anything as he laid there, blue eyes open as his flesh rotted off, paws over his head.

"Make... it... stop!" he called though his teeth as he felt it worse and worse. The pain was excruciating as he looked over at Phox who was in a corner, staring at the Alaskan malamute in pain. "Get your ass over here and make it stop, damn it!"

He began to get to his feet, legs shaking but they soon gave, falling under his light weight. He couldn't carry himself, he couldn't do anything. He was so fragile, so weak, he just sat there, legs soon collapsing and falling to the ground. He looked up at Phox who was standing over him. He growled, showing the rotting gums and shining, white teeth to him. "Help... me..."

"I-I'm sorry... for ever waking you up, sir," said Phox, looking down at him, brown eyes wide as he began to back up as he looked MnM, trying to get up. He failed, once again, falling as blood spattered everywhere. He looked over at the fox, growling and barking.

"I'll kill you. I'll kill you!" He began to get back to his feet, feeling strength pull through his body as a voice came into his head. "No, save your strength. Save it for the blue wolf. Save it for Snowspring's great-granddaughter."

"Yes," said MnM, smiling as he laughed, "I shall kill Lone, I shall kill that wretched bitch and then, Snowspring shall pay!"

The voice began to speak, "Yes, it is her that is causing the pain, it is her that is making you hurt. Go, kill, and make them pay."

"Yes... master."

MnM began to leave Phox, slowly as he walked, feeling his joints pop back into socket. Phox sighed in relief as he looked at MnM leaving, but felt a pang of panic when he stopped, turning around and smiling.

"Didn't think I forgot you, did I?" He smiled, running towards him as he grabbed Phox by the neck, throwing him. Phox cried in pain as he hit a tree, but Phox didn't stay down. He leapt up, dodging MnM's right attack and then left as he grabbed MnM by the tail - what tail he had - and threw him, watching blood go flying ev