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Post by wolflegend on Feb 6, 2010 15:53:42 GMT -5
Fiona heard him speak again and smiled as he said his name. It was a good name.She had always liked the name Micheal....
"Fiona.." She said as she laughed through her tears again.
"So what would you call this form? I know its not a dog..."
She said as she pet him once more.
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Post by Zero on Feb 6, 2010 16:06:49 GMT -5
Micheal laughed a little. The beast's fur pricked up a little, and his neck piece squeezed on him.
"Just a regular......Murderous Wolverine..."
Micheal had been living his life has a criminal, wanted by the police. He used to kill for food, to survive. But all that changed. He soon started to kill for the liking of it, killing to feel the warm, rich blood in his fingers. Soon he was wanted even more by the police, and Micheal was forced to live in his Animal form.
Micheal had killed and killed. taking Helpless lives away from this world. He killed for the game, the feel, and the anger that surged in him.
Micheal was also beaten like the girl infront of him right now. His parents loved him, but hated shifters. They bought horrible ways to make his life a black hole. Micheal couldn't take it, he had ran away from his parents at the age of 17.
Micheal looked down. He hated to remember that he was wanted by the police. He wanted to die, but didnt have the guts to do it himself.
Micheal's need to kill himself started to go away. He loved to be loved by someone. And the way she talked and petted him, he felt safe.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 6, 2010 16:19:51 GMT -5
Fiona laughed again. "Murderous, eh?" She asked him giving another short chuckled through tears.
"I'm a snow leopard...." She said to him.
She wied away her tears. This shifter made her feel happy. Not sad, but happy. A feeling that not many people actually feel in there life but when they go to die. Happieness... Was it a real words after all if no one felt it? Was it a real feeling if no one had felt it before?
That sometimes pondered Fiona. Sometimes being every night that she went to sleep, although, she didn't sleep half the time. She didn't think it was safe. Her parents always kept tabs on her. They said they had their sources, Fiona even check and once she found a hearing/ listening device on heer jacket. She gave the jacket to someone else, but got beaten for it also . That day she was beaeten four times. She almost died.
Her parents would never kill her though, they wanted her to suffer no be put to ease.
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Post by Zero on Feb 6, 2010 16:46:30 GMT -5
Micheal looked down. His claws dug into some loose dirt, And his fur bristled some more. His eyes burned a little. He wanted to cry.
Micheal was happy. He never felt loved. He never felt happy. And he never felt like this....what was the word....In love?
Micheal looked back up at the shifter.
"Thats a fascinating animal..."
He said. His voice was low, quiet, and depressed. He gave a short sigh, and deided to change the subject.
"W-where did you get those...Those cuts and bruises?"
He asked. Micheal had been mistreated. Being starved every night, having to sleep on the floor....Micheal thought he knew why she had gotten those. He has them too. Thats why he wore a dark brown heavy jacket to cover them.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 6, 2010 17:05:50 GMT -5
Fiona chuckled, but then stopped when she heard his question....
"Different things..." She lied to him.
Fiona hated lying, especially one she felt so close to already. She didn't even think about being hurt like Jeremy did to her. But what if this shifter was like him? What if he did the same thing to her that Jeremy did.
She quickly oput that thought out of her mind.
Fiona looked down at the ground to hide her face from being detected from lying.
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