The grey, cloudy day made everything even better as we all just pressed on, my feet never seeming to get tired as Kiko flew beside me. She cawed, flying higher into the air, reaching more altitude as she flew and soon coming back down. My bright blue eyes welcomed her as she landed back on my shoulder, perching her long talons in my skin.

The wind was chilled, but my dark blue fur top coat kept me warm and Kiko was warm as well as I walked, hearing her sing to herself. Her black feathers ruffled up, fluffing to keep the wind away from her as cawed in my ear. I growled, flattening my ears to answer her. She only bobbed her head back and fourth in agreement.

I looked back to see if we had any followers in this weather, for you could never know who was behind you as you traveled though a packs' territory, especially during winter, when food was scarce, but there was no sign of another wolf anywhere as I pressed on, my feet aching. My stomach growled as I caught the smell of a snowshoe hare, its path freshly made. Kiko took off to scan the area with screach as we pressed onward, I ignoring the prey smell with great effort and stamina.

We soon smelt the boundry ending and Kiko soon landed in a small spruce tree, bobbing her head up and down as she moved farther and farther away from the trunk. I glanced up at her, knowing she wanted to stop and rest, but I pressed on, knowing the wolves would probably be after us. Even though their boundries ended, they would still want us off their land.

She cooed in despair, flying and landing back on my shoulder as I walked further away from the territory, a ground squirrl rushing though our path, but now, I was far to busy to pay any attention to it as Kiko watched it rush by with a mouth full of accorns and other small ground nuts for the winter. She cooed to me to go and catch it, but I stayed on my path. I was determined to get back to my pack, to OUR territory, and I was not far from it.

Of course, my wounds were beginning to kick in and as quickly as I had gotten them in the battle between Kychoka and Skywood, I fell to the ground, my eyes becoming blurry as I felt Kiko peck at me, wanting me to arise from where I lay, but everything was dizzy and I was week with hunger and ache. I fell out, soon passing into a sleep.

It tis I, your friend, Alixy. *smiles*

I would like to post a few things about me that you could blackmail me with and so on and so forth.

Name: Alixy Wolf(e)
Age: 21
Date of Birth: December 25, 1886
Star Sign: Capricorn
Beliefs: Athiest (there is no God... - -)
Mother: Beverily Smith
Father: Roger Wolfe
Friends: Lillie, Ally, Thomas... *thinks* Wow... that's it.
Personality: Cold as shit. And a bitch
Life: Hah! Wouldn't you like to know!
What I do: I work my ass of just trying to keep my house clean. I also work part time at a small gas station. Meh, it's money in the damn pot. I'm working to be an author.
What I like: Marilyn Manson, Evanescence, ravens, wolves, black, a good book, Chales Manson, the movie: "Hanniable Rising" and "Silence of the Lambs", watching my enemies try to find their glasses and what not, shit like that.
What I don't like: Oh, you probably, God, Jesus, my father, my cousin - definitly -, Bush, Nazis, the dark, watching my enemies sucsiced in life, and you, probably, did I mention that?
Favorite Anime: Hellsing
Favorite Song: (S)aint - Marilyn Manson
Ever did Drugs: Nope, don't plan to
Ever gotten drunk: Oh, but I love to.
Ever beaten someone: Nope.
Ever been knocked up: Yes, many times, on the matter. And I do not want to go into detail.
Ever kissed someone: Yes, didn't like it.
Ever been in love: I do not believe in such a thing.

Now, that sould do it. I am no longer bored. Good day.

Tell me, in your opinion, what is the most likely reason we commit violence? Is it because of our past? Because we don't know it's wrong? Because we think we can get away with it?

If you rob a grocery store, what would probably be the first thing that comes across your mind?

"Oh shit, what the hell have I done?" is a possible one, or, if you think you can get away, "Yeah, man, we sure as hell showed them!"

What, my dear friends, if you've abused a friend and haven't even known it. Say, you tell them, "You made me cry, Sally, after what you did! You don't think I'm just going to forgive you? Hah! Yeah. Right. Get the fuck over it."

Sally, as we can see, is very upset that her friend is not going to forgive her so she goes home and either cries - like most people do - , writes, draws, or cuts.

You see, we as humans, just don't realize what we are doing to each other. We tend to misplace how people feel and exchange it with our feelings. You take your anger out on the dog, same thing.

We are 'heartless beings', as I call us, because we just can't see that girl in the rain crying, hot tears streaming down her red face. And we don't care! We could care less if someone died in front of us. It's how we live, it's how we do.

"Oh, it's a tragedy that Joe died yesterday, at least I'm still living my disgusting life. Tear, tear." You see, we are just as bad as the next person, and you deny it!

You call so-and-so "souless" for skipping their aunts funeral when you go home and scream at your little sister, abusing her mentally!

What causes violence? Well, you see, humans tend not to see what we are doing to each other. The "abuser" or "killer" thinks that it's okay, and the same goes for a robber or rapist. I think people commit violence to relieve stress just like people cut or write.

They just can't find a better way to do it. Someone robs a bank. Why? Well, they don't have a lot of money. Someone abuses a child. Why? They were abused when they were young. You get what I'm saying?

This is just my opinion, you may have you're own. But, please, no flames... *covers* though, I'm not offened that easily.

-PaPeRfLoWeRs-