Shattered Wings

Wolfess

Mon, 01 May 2006 05:32:50 GMT

The lonely wolfess wonders through the paths of her mind, unknowing of the trail she leaves behind. Will she ever find a purpose in life? The wind howls around her brisling by her cheek, she has known the solitude before but why does this one hurt so much more? We she ever know what was lost to her long ago? Consumed by her feeling of the pack she is in turn consumed by herself. She know nothing of her own feelings, she runs for the good of the pack, not her own worth. Maybe that’s been her problem all along. The trees her shelter and steam her guide she scampers. Fear takes fight before her eyes of the mean of this worlds to the next. She will always question his place in her heart, for will he question the placer she has in his?

Tow Truck Man

Thu, 09 Mar 2006 21:31:11 GMT

Man I had a long night into the wee hours of the morning. Go to drop my friend Matt off at his car and my car stalled out and died. Suckage!!!!! Waited 2 hour for hte tow truck got back here at 4 this morning to go to bed to get up again and call the tow truck to tow it to a garge this time another 1 and 30 mintues well spent. Good thing is car shoudl be fixed by tomorrow. The curses on everyones cars!!

Wed, 22 Feb 2006 01:36:59 GMT

Mr. Sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away

O Please Mr. Sunshine open the fly to your sunshine.

Woot for having a man like brendan

Wed, 15 Feb 2006 16:08:07 GMT

Thou I don't believe in v day because you should celebrate your love for someone everyday yesterday was a good day. Not just because I got to spend a day with Brendan I also got V-day Meat and any hardcore Invader Zim fan would know what I am talking about. MMMMmmmmmm...meat..... Brendan and I did yesterday what we do so often go out to eat and watch tv when we get home. The best part of that was I didn't have milions of hours of hw to do. So we actually got to spend time together instead of him watching me do hw.
Two weeks for know we will have been dating a year and I couldn't be happier. He understands all the little things I enjoy like V day meat and yaoi I am lucky I found someone to love me for my quarks.
So here's to less stress over illustration and to boys and girls that are just as weird as you.

I am so cool

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 23:39:08 GMT

LOOK AT MY AWESOME PET!!!!!!!!!

back at school

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 15:32:51 GMT

Just got back from my first class of the semster, Roomancing Age. I don't know how well I will do in the course but I needed a 300 level non studio course, so here I am. The teacher is alitlle hard to understand but she seems nice enough.

Well I think I am going to work on Josh's drawing cause I didn't know what he wore so I already draw it, so now I have to see if I can make his clothes work with the stance. He just looks so badass the way he is now with his katana and his custom made badass broadsword. He looks like a fiery, fox/angel/samuri. ^^

Look at my Fucking Awesome Page!!!!

Tue, 24 Jan 2006 23:56:13 GMT

Hurray for having a kick ass page. Thanks to Meph I will now be posting again since I am in love with my page. ^^

Lets see...I went and saw Meph's college and met her rommy Beth. I offically agree Beth rocksaurs and is a cool roomy for Meph. I wish them luck in all there pirate adventures. I hope that the AMV for Hell 0 serves them well this semster. And that they convert people to its form of madness.

I will be going back to school myself soon and I hope that I can come up with a good thesis for a project I would want to work on for a year. Right now my idea is I am goign to do myths and legends from different countries that would give the feeling of film noir. I think it sounds good. I just can't think of what else to do. I would love to draw furries but I don't know how I would get my professors to do that.

Hurray for Meph for giving me a cool page.

Latters

Sun, 21 Nov 2004 22:57:18 GMT

I wrote this song today and I wanted some input on it....

I wasn't always this way
Alone each day
It wasn't my way

Can you tell me why
When I look at the sky
The stars don't reply
But they leave me to sigh
Alone to cry, I feel fine
Can you see, can you see?
Your wings are mine

We can't decide
In whom we confide
And fate has ensured
I was played...
I was never so filled with fear
That I couldn't hear
The lonely tears

Can you tell me why
When I look at the sky
The stars don't reply
But they leave me to sigh
Alone to cry, I feel fine
Can you see, can you see?
Your wings are mine

Can you tell me why?
Your wings are mine

I sit in the dark
Cause I can't remark
On the terrors I see
I'm so lost in my mind
That I cannot find
What I'm meant to be
Can you save me?

Can you tell me why
When I look at the sky
The stars don't reply
But they leave me to sigh
Alone to cry, I feel fine
Can you see, can you see?
Your wings are mine

Can you tell me why
When I look at the sky
The stars don't reply
But they leave me to sigh
Alone to cry, I feel fine
Can you see, can you see?
Your wings are mine

Your Wings are mine
Your wings are mine.

My innocence has all but faded

Thu, 23 Sep 2004 04:07:13 GMT

The waves keep swarming over my head. I can barely stay a float. The rain keeps beating down harder on my face, burning it with scars. The salt burns my eyes so I can barely see. My wings are being to weight me down, deeper and deeper. I can just barely see the shore. As I continue the journey, it never seems to get closer. It never seems like it will end. The dangerous underneath as I swim I can’t even imagine anymore, as sleep eats at my eye lids, bating me. Trying to take me away from the moment. My focus is slipping, my vision is blurred. Nothing left to reach, nothing left to serve. The creature swim beneath biding me to die. Will I make it in the end or is this just my time?

There was a time I had nothing to explain
Oh, this mess I made…
But then things get complicated
My innocence has all but faded
Oh this mess I have made

And I don’t believe in God
So I cannot be saved
All alone, as I’ve learned to be,
In this mess I have made

All the untested virtue
The things I said I’d never do
Least of all to you
I know she’s kind and true
I know she will be good to you
She’ll never care for you more then I do…

But I believe in love
And I can’t be changed
All alone I’ve learned to be, in the mess
I have made the same mistakes
Over and over again…

There are rooms in this house
That I don’t open anymore
Dusty Books of pictures on the floor

That she will never see
He’ll never see that part of me
I want to be for him
What I could never be for you

I was born by a streetlight
Where the men lean out of their windows at night
And I was a lead orphan in the choir
And I sand with all my might
Until I grew up to high

Then oh, all the notes I use to play
On the double-bass in the B-list ballet
With only the night bugs to lead me home
With their sad-luck serenade

The rain was never-ending
The sadness in my heart
Would light and glow in the dark

Oh this will never change
Time just wears a prettier face
I’m book smart, street stupid…

So don’t look for me in confession booths
I’m with my paints and pens and my dry vermouth
Trying to uncover some small truth
With these cards close to my chest

The rain still never ending
The wonder in my heart would light and glow in
It still lights and glows in the dark

Please no more dreams..........

Mon, 09 Aug 2004 01:58:55 GMT

The seasons move on, leaving
The scent of lightly bloomed flowers
The rain has stopped too
Clouds in the sky
Are blown gently by the blue breeeze
Both today and tomorrow
Alongside the times we walk
Our trembling thoughts will be there
Unchanging
Forever
Forever
It blooms but never dies
The pounding of my heart never ceases
I gaze at you
With the feeling that never ends

just out of reach
kissing your cheeck
touching you softly
begging you to come here
just reach out
and you'll see

thoughts of you
all in my mind
never thought this could be
So frustrating
Never let go
I will be here

You rule my life with your smile
Your laughter brings me joy
Don't let my face
Fool you for a moment

thoughts of you
all in my mind
never thought this could be
So frustrating
Never let go
I will be here
for you my dear

Running in circles
Chasing your tail
Hoping to catch you
Can;t you see
What your doing to me

thoughts of you
all in my mind
never thought this could be
So frustrating
Never let go
I will be here

What is the most delicate thing in this world?
Even so, it is there to protect us
Even out of the words as numerous as stars
I want to hear it from your voice
So tell me it's love
Tell me that's love
Even thou we're like two anonymus flowers
To fall in love, To be strong
Because I want you to feel the same thing too

On that day we met
Through this world, so many times
I've thought
This most be a miracle
We should be thankful for this
Ah, Your future....
Surely I fit in somewhere
If thats not the case, then
There will be many nights
Where I want to cry
Forever
Forever
No matter how long, it will never fade
In the wind, under the sky, I'll be waiting
If we believe
If we believe
Your smiling face will
Surely become my flower

Tue, 20 Jul 2004 02:04:37 GMT

Let's go
I won't look back
I don't care if there is nothing to rely on
I don't want a dream that feels like a dream
I only made one wish on a shooting star
Please give me strength that will never wither away
This road goes on forever
I can't do anything
But walk along it

Whispers from a dream

Wed, 30 Jun 2004 02:26:04 GMT

I'm more than a man and I don't fear falling
I've fallen further than your eyes can see
But somthing inside me, your body is calling
I'm tumbling toward your like a doom prophecy

I want you to run, want you to make me give chase
Beg for mercy when caught, tears staining your face,
Then succumb to desire, see with eyes open wide
As I tear into your chest and slide deep inside
...

My hand finds the places where your curves meet
And my sweat drips down your back
I'm losing my mind as I'm learning your secrets
You're stealing my bones as I fade into black
Drowning in honey and your pungent perfume,
Sweet explosion inside you
Your body's my tomb
Seduction
....

Your voice enters me through parted lips
...

As I fell the wetness of your breathe
I part my lips welcoming him into my mouth
To that place deep inside of me
...

These eyes they're like evidence left at the the scene of crime
...

It's as though he's seducing his instrument making it sing for me
....

He is playing me like an instrument
Tickling the keys
Learning how to make me sing
Translating moans into melody
I don't belong to me anymore
....

Love you Cruelty could never make me love you
You show me your love
And I'll show you mine
....

You answered my kiss with your teeeth
My blood on your belly
My hips on your thighs
I've survived on your lies
The first time you saw me you knew

Seized up nude on the title
You looked and you laughed
I cried out to live, to take my revenge
I've parted your knees, pressed inside you
My body divides you, a white hot syringe
Baby, I've got a creul jones for you
.....

You, gentle whisper
Do you feel me wacthing you?
My eyes mean to confess my obession
I'm afraid of what will happen if they do

I belong to you it seems
In my dreams we love unfettered
But I don't know how to tell you in the sun

Forget everthing about me that you've heard
Let's just fly away together, Little bird
One day we'll fly away together, Little bird

I'll be yours in the long tomorrow
And we'll love lines into our skin
We'll wake together with the sky

And when I give you the word
Then we'll fly away together, Little bird
Winging toward forever, Little bird
.....

Happiness in a dream (sorry for the long entry)

Tue, 22 Jun 2004 02:47:00 GMT

The cursor blinked on the computer screen asking for her attentions, calling to her to continue onward to her goal.
“This story is going no where. I need to finish this,” she sighed. She felt so tried at the thought of trying to create more.
The wind blew outside upon her cabins window. This was her escape, her thinking place, out in the cold mountains away from the world and all its chaos, alone to ponder all her ideas. As the wind howled louder there was a knock at the door.
Confused she pushed back her chair leaning a bit to seeing if it was the tress knocking against the cabin again. But the knocking continued. Still confused she got up and headed toward the door. She felt the warmth of the fireplace as she walked by. “What is going on,” she wondered. “No one knows where I am.” She walked forward in her midnight blue silk bathrobe. It seemed to fit her like a second skin as if she really wasn’t wearing anything. The knocking began to get harder and faster. “I’m coming,” she yelled. At that she reached the big oak door. “Who is there?” No one answered and the knocking stopped. “This is ridiculous,” she thought. She opened the door.
There he stood smirking at her. How in the world had he found her? This had to be a dream but yet there he was in a long black trench coat out in the snow.
“So you going to let me in or am I going to stand outside in the cold all night,” he smiled at her. She motioned him in. “Thank you. I can see you weren’t expecting me,” he grinned at her by the clothes or the lack there of. He could tell she hadn’t been expecting company.
She shut the door behind him ignoring his last statement. “How did you know I was here?”
“I have my sources,” he smirked taking off his coat. He was wearing a shirt the seemed to match her rode and a black pair of pants with a silver belt. Something was up he never dressed like this. The color of his tail and ears seemed to be exemplified by the way he dressed.
She took his coat and put it in the closet by the door. He smiled again at the way her robe seemed to show off all off her legs and she hadn’t even noticed that’s what made it sexier. “You can go and take a seat on the coach if you care.”
He walked over to the chocolate brown suede coach and curled up in a little fox ball trying to look as cute and innocent as possible. But she walked back over to black leather computer chair sit down crossing her legs and pulling the bathrobe over her legs so it cover more of her.
“Awwww,” he pouted, ears going down. “Why did you go all the way over there?”
“Because the reason I came here was to work you know. I have to finish this if I want to make money.” How was it that he always made her feel guilty about doing things she was suppose to be doing. “Do you think it’s possible for you to behave over there while I work?”
He lifted his hand under his chin and pondered the thought for a moment. “I suppose I could,” he smiled gently looking sincere in his words.
“Thank you dear,” she smiled back. “Make yourself at home, “she said and turned back around to her computer and began typing again.
Things seemed to be going quite well for awhile. He stayed on the coach moving around every once in awhile trying to make himself comfortable.. Then all went silent about a half hour later. All she could hear was the crackling of the fire. She assumed that he feel asleep. It probably was a long ride out to her cabin she couldn’t blame him. She should have known better then to think that.
Pounce. He was now all of a sudden in her lap nuzzling her. “Yes,” she said a little annoyed.
“I am lonely,” he whimpered rubbing his face on the side of hers.
“Well I need to work,” nuzzling him back.
“But can’t you spend time with me now and do work latter” at those words he just his tail to push the gap of her gown off to the side and begin stroking her thigh with his tail.
She laughed, “Determined little fox aren’t you.” How could she say no when she already really didn’t want to do her work. He put both his hand on the side of her face and kissed her softly. She kissed him back and when she did he pulled back quickly, smirking. “Alright, alright, you win little fox,” she sighed, “You think you can find my bedroom while I finish this last bit up.” He nodded. “Ok get going then I be in there in a bit.” At that he kissed her cheek and hopped out of her lap scurry to the back of the cabin. She heard a door shut so she assumed he found it. She turned back to her computer screen and saved her work. “He is such a bad influence he planned this all before he got here.” She got up and started to her bed room, “What am I going to do with him,” she laughed as she pondered.
When she reached her room her door was still closed she knocked on it and got no answer so she opened it and began to walk in. There he was rolling around in her queen size canopy bed. The crimson red sheets made his shirt look like night about to swallow a light. He smiled at the sight of her.
“Your bed is very comfy,” he said in a matter of fact tone and he nuzzled against a feather pillow.
“Well after a longs days work I like to come back to something comfortable to lay on,” she spoke as walking to the bed.
“Well you could always lay down on me,” he said innocently with a devilish smile.
“Is that so?” she giggled
He nodded as he lay down on the bed patting his hand on his chest.
She laughed even harder at the motion. She crawled onto the bed till she was hovering over him.
“I quite like this view too in fact,” he was noticing the black lace undergarments. “Do you always wear such provocative clothing when you are not expecting visitors?”
She just stared at him smiling not knowing what to say. She kissed him hard, flicking her tongue onto his lips till he let her in. He tugged at the cord that held her robe together as she began to unbutton his shirt. He sat up to allow her to pull the shirt off of him. She ran her hand done his pure white chest. She wanted him more in this moment then she ever had.
He tugged at her bathrobe till she allowed him to pull it off. There was now a midnight blue pile on her bedroom floor. She looked at him into his deep blue eyes. She shook her head she couldn’t do it. She got off of him and began to walk toward the bathroom. “I am going to take a quick bath I will be out in a bit.”
“After that all you are just going to leaning me here,” he whined, grabbing his tail and rubbing his face against.
“I will be out in a bit. I have been working all day. Don’t worry I will be back to finish this.” She winked at him walking into the bathroom.
She walked to the bathroom she left him on her bed. It was quite late at night but she just felt the need for a hot bath. She filled the tub up with steaming hot water and lots of bubbles. It was the way she always liked her bath. She slid off her bra and underwear. She sank into the tub. The hot water felt so good against her body. Moments latter there was a knock at the door.
“Yes?” she said.
“Can I come in?” She glanced down at herself. The bubbles were still holding why she felt like she needed to hide herself all of a sudden she didn’t know. So she was naked in a bath tub. So what?
“Come in.”
“I brought you a towel I noticed early that there weren’t any in here. Where would you like me to put it? Here?” He started to lay them on the vanity.
“I can’t reach them there?”
“Here, then?” He laid them on top of the stool. He stood there; staring down at her, in nothing put his black pants.
“Still too for away.”
He moved and sat down on the edge of the tub, placing the towels on the floor. He stared down at her as if he could will the bubbles away. “Is this close enough?”
“I think that will do.”
He trailed his fingertips over the bubbles at the edge of the tub. He turned a bit and his pure white back faced her, she had the sudden urge to run my fingers down his back. He turned to face her. He wiped his wet fingers across his chest, trailing shining lines of moisture across his stomach. His fingers played with the line of dark hair that vanished into his pants. His tail began to caress the side of her face.
She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.
“What the matter,” he spoke softly. She could feel him leaning over her.
“Nothing,” She smiled.
He leaned his face to meet hers. “It wasn’t nothing.” He kissed her lightly, a brushing of lips, but even that small movement made her stomach jerk.
She gasped and pushed him away. He fell into the tub, going completely under, only his feet sticking out and part of his tail. He landed right on top of her naked body.
He came up for air, his brown hair clinging to the side of his face and his ears dripping wet. He looked as surprised as she had ever seen him. He crawled off her struggling to his feet. Water streamed down against his body. He stared down at her. She was huddled against the side of the tub staring back at him.
He shook his head and laughed. The sound filled the room; it played along her skin like a hand. “Sorry,” he grinned.
She stared up at him. He stood there, knee deep in bubble bath. He was soaking wet and should have looked ridiculous, but he didn’t. He looked beautiful.
“How do you manage to look so good no matter what?”
He knelt in the water. Bubbles covered his waist, so he looked naked. Water trailed down his chest in fine beads. She wanted to run her hands over him. She wanted to lick the water off his skin.
He moved toward her. The water sloshed and curled around her naked body. He stayed knelling, so close that his black pants brushed her legs, the feel of him in the water that close, was almost unbearable.
“Tell me to go away and I will go.” She could feel him lean over her, his face just above her wet hair.
Slowly she raised her face.
He placed a hand at the edge of the tub, one arm on either side of her, bringing him dangerously close to her face. She watched the water bead on his skin, she felt a need to overwhelming, she didn’t want to deny this urge. She leaned forward and whispered, “Don’t go.” She touched her hands to his waist, tentative, as if it should burn, but his skin was cool under the slickness of the water. Cool and smooth to the touch.
She looked up at his face. It was lovely, and a bit uncertain, as if he didn’t know what to do next. She ran her tongue over his skin, a quick, caressing movement.
He sighed, eyes fluttering shut, body almost sagging. She pressed her mouth against his skin, drinking the water off of him. As she moved up she began to kneel in the water, hands steadying her against his slender waist.
The air was cool against her naked breasts. Kneeling had bared them. His fingertips brushed her shoulders, sliding down the wet skin. She shivered and looked up. The look on his face caught her breathe in her throat. Tenderness, need, amazement.
“You are beautiful.” He put his fingers to her lips before she could protest. “You are beautiful. On this I do not lie.”
His fingers moved across her lips, down her chin. He slid his hand to her shoulders, down her back, in slow, teasing lines. His hands stopped on either side of her waist mirror her hands.
“Now what?” her voice was breathless.
“Whatever you like.”
She massaged her hands against his waist, feeling the flesh underneath her hands. She spread her hands wide, spreading her fingers tense against his skin, dragging her hands up his ribs.
He kneaded his fingers into her waist, pressing his hands against her ribs. He inched along her sides. Strong fingers pressed into her skin just enough to make her sigh. He stopped with his thumbs below her breast. His touch was feather light, almost not touching at all. With one small brush of his skin against her breasts made her body react tightening, nipples hardening. Her body wanted him. Wanted him so badly that her skin felt large and aching with the thought of it.
Her hands were pressed against his chest. She realized that he was still mirroring her, waiting for her to move.
She stared up into his face. She searched that beauty, those blues eyes. There was no power in them, no power, except the thick black line of his lashes, and the rich color like the sky just before darkness swallows the world you think they where all blue but there were clouds of emeralds within those eyes.
She slid her hands up his chest, fingers brushing across his nipples. She stared at his face while she did it, heart pounding in her throat, breathing heavily.
His hands slid upward, cupping her breasts. The touch of his hands made her gasp. He scooted lower in the water, still touching her. He bent over her breasts and laid a gentle kiss on them. He licked the water off her skin, lips working gently.
She shuddered and had to steady herself on his bare shoulders. She caught sight of them in the mirrors. She watched his mouth close over her breast, felt him take her into his mouth as far as he could. Then he dropped at all fours in the water, tail seeming to float on the water, with him like that it made her taller, allowing her to look at his face.
There was an uncertainty in his face now. His eyes were still lovely, but there was knowledge behind them, a growing darkness. Sex, for want of a better word, but that look in a man’s eyes is too primitive for vocabulary. It’s the darkness we all have inside of us, peeking out. That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours. He stayed crouched in the water with that untamed light in his eyes and she went to him.
She kissed him, light, a brush of lips. She flicked her tongue along his lips and he opened to her. She cupped his face between her hands and kissed him, tasted him, explored him.
He came up out of the water with a sound between a moan and a cry. His arms locked behind her back and he rolled them into the water like a shark. They came up gasping. He pushed away from her to lean against the far edge of the tub. She was breathing so hard she was trembling. Her pulse thudded at the back of her throat. He could taste it on her tongue, almost roll the beating pulse in her mouth like candy.
She could see the pulse in his neck like something alive and separate, she had never been aware of the blood coursing through her body. The pulsing warmth of her own skin. The thick pumping of her heart. She could almost feel his need for her. It wasn’t just sex it was as if he wanted all of her. He wanted to warm himself in her body, like holding hands to a flame, gathering her warmth, her life, to him. She felt his stillness, a depth of quiet that nothing living could touch, like a still pool of water hidden away in the dark. In one crystalline moment, she realized, that, for her this was part of the attraction: She wanted to plunge her hands into his stillness, into the quiet place. She wanted to embrace it, confront it, and conquer it. She wanted him up with burning wash of life, and she knew in that moment that she could do it.
He lowered leaning against the tub. “I am sorry I didn’t come her intending this.”
She felt his heartbeat going away from her, pulling away from her.
He stood, water dripping down his body. “I will go. I have no more will power tonight.”
She crawled through the water towards him and let the darkness fill her eyes. “Don’t go,” she said.
He watched her with a look of part amazement, part amusement, and part fear.
She knelt at his feet, running her hands up the soaked cloth of his pants. She dug her nails lightly into the cloth over his thighs and stared up at him. She couldn’t help but notice that he was stretched hard and under the tight cloth. She had a terrible urge to lay her check over his groin. She ran her hands lightly over him, barely touching. That small touch brought a soft groan for him.
He stared down at her like a drowning man.
“Please don’t go”
He nodded slowly. He tried twice before he found his voice. “As my lady wishes.
She laid her check across him, feeling him firm and large against her skin. She felt his whole body tense. She rubbed her face against him playfully like a fox would. A small sound escaped him, his tail stroked playfully at the other side of her face. She looked up. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back.
She grabbed the waistband of his pants and used it to pull herself to her feet. Water ran down her body, suds clung to her skin.
His hands unsnapped the pants carefully. He peeled the wet cloth away from his body. The pants ended up on the floor. He was suddenly nude.
He was like carved alabaster, muscular, every curve of his body pale and perfect. Telling him he was beautiful was redundant. Saying golly gee whiz seemed to uncool. Giggling was out. Her voice came small and strangled, hoarse with all the words she couldn’t find.. She did what she wanted to do since she first had him in the tub. She wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing gently. He closed his eyes shuddering, steadying his hands on her shoulders.
He pulled her against him suddenly, pressing their naked bodies together. The feel of him hard and firm against her stomach was almost overwhelming. She dug her fingers into his back to keep her suddenly weak knees from giving out,
She kissed his chest, then his shoulders, to his neck. She ran her tongue along his skin and tasted him, rolling in the scent of him, the feel of him in her mouth. They kissed a nearly innocent brush of lips. She locked her hands behind his neck, arching her body against his. He made a small sound low in his throat.
He slid down her body, arms behind her back, holding her against him as he left her arms and left her standing staring down at him.
He licked her stomach with quick, wet flicks of his tongue. His hands played along her buttocks, teasing. He licked back and forth where stomach ended and lower things began. His fingers slid between her legs.
She gasped, “What are you doing?”
He rolled his eyes upward, mouth till pressed low on her stomach. He raised his face just enough to speak. “You may have three guess,” he whispered. He put a hand on each on her thighs and spread her legs a little wider. His hands slid over her, exploring her.
Her mouth was suddenly dry. She licked her lips and said, “I don’t think my legs will hold.”
He ran his tongue down her hip. “When the time comes, I will hold you.” He kissed his way down her high. His finger slid inside her. Her breathe fell outward in a sigh.
He kissed the inside of her thighs, running his tongue, his lips along her skin. The feel of his fingers between her legs tightened her body, and she could feel the beginning of something large and overwhelming.
He stood, hand still between her legs. He bent and kissed her, long and slow. The movement of his hand matched his mouth, slow and lingering, teasing along her body. When his fingers plunged inside her, she cried out, shuddering against him.
She felt as if he left her standing in the water, along and shivering, but not from cold. She held him in her arms making sure he was still there. She felt him the velvet smoothness of him. The skin was so soft. He drew himself gently out of his hands with a shaky laugh.
He picked her up, hands on the backs of her thighs. He pressed himself her without entering, rubbing himself where his hands hand touched. She whispered, “Please.” He spread her legs and eased inside her.
When he was sheathed inside her, he looked at her. Emotions flowed over his face. Tenderness, triumph, need. He eased in and out, slowly, almost tentatively. She watched his face until the play of emotions was too much, too honest.
The movements of his hips were still slow, careful. It was amazing, but she wanted more. She brought her mouth up to his and smiled, “I won’t break.” She pressed her mouth to his hard.
He went to his knees in the water, pressing her against the side of the tub. His mouth feed hers as he plunged himself deep inside of her, hard and fast. She watched him in the mirrors, watched his body plunging inside her.
One of them was making a moaning sound and it was her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his tail stoking her legs. The muscles in her lower abdomen convulsed, tightened.
She pressed her body against him as if she would climb through him, into him. She ran her hand through his hair and watched his face inches from her. Watched his face while his body pumped into her. The emotions were gone. His face was almost sick with need, his body tightening against her.
He slowed the rhythm of his body. She felt the effort strain through his arms and back. He slowed. Every time he thrusted into her, it was like she could feel it into the middle of her chest. As if he’d grown impossibly large within her. Her body spasmed around him, tightened like a hand. He cried out, and his body lost its rhythm. He plunged inside her faster, harder, as if he would meld their bodies together; weld them into one flesh, one body. A wave of pleasure burst over her in a skin tingling, body sweeping rush. It burst over her like a rush of cool flame, and still he was not done. Every thrust of his body reached inside her and caressed things that should never have been able to be touched. It was as if his body could reach the places his voice could touch, as if it were more than his body that plunged into her. The world became for a moment a shining whiteness, a melting thing. She dug her finger into his back. Noises fell from her mouth that were too primitive for screams.
She cuddled around him, letting him hold the full weight of her body. He climbed up the edge of the tub, lifting her out of the water. He crawled on all fours to the raised area around the tub with her hanging onto him. He lowered his body and she moved away from him. He slid out of her and was still hard and ready as when they had first started.
He slid his body across hers. He kissed her slowly. He lay beside her, then scooted until he was laying on his back and she was almost back in the tub. “I want to watch you. I want you above me.”
She straddled his waist and slid slowly over him. It was deeper from this angle, shaper somehow. His hands moved up her body, over her breasts. He lay back underneath her. His hair floated lightly in the water. It fanned out a bit, around his face in little waves. This is what she wanted. Seeing him like this. Feeling him inside her.
She began to ride his body. He tightened inside her and he gasped. She watched in the mirrors, watched her hips swaying above him.
She looked down again into his eyes. She felt his eyes, and they were suddenly drowning deep, and endless blue ocean that somehow managed to burn. She was aware of her body. She could feel him inside her. She could feel him like a brush of silk inside her mind.
An orgasm hit her unexpectedly, he cried out underneath her, and she realized she could still feel her body, fell her hands on his chest, feel her pelvis riding him. She opened her eyes and for a dizzying second she saw his eye explode in a moment of great pleasure
She collapsed on top of him, trailing her hands down his arms feeling his heart pound against her chest. They lay there a few moments, resting, holding each other, then she slid off of him curling beside him.

See the city's ripped backside...

Sun, 13 Jun 2004 03:20:00 GMT

I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
Ride through the city's backside
See the stars come out of the sky
You’re the bright and hollow star
You know I look so good night

I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
See the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
I see the city's ripped backside
Everything looks good tonight

Sing it
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLa

Get into the car
We'll be the passengers
We'll ride through the city at night
See the city's ripped backside
You'll see the bright and hollow star
See the stars that shine so bright
The stars make us tonight

O the passenger
O how he rides
O the passenger
He rides and rides
He looks through his window
What does he see
He sees a bright and hollow sky
He sees the city's ripped backside
He sees the winding oceans drive
Everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
It just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride
See what’s mine

Sing it
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLa

Sing it
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLaLaLaLa
LaLa

Everyday brings change
The world puts on a new face
Suddenly things rearrange
And this whole world seems like
A new place
Secretly I've been tailing you
Like a fox that prays on a rabbit

I had to get you so I knew
I have to learn your ways and habits
You were the catch that I was after
I looked up and I was in your arms
And I knew I was captured

What’s this whole world coming to
Things just ain't the same
Anytime the hunter
Gets captured by the game

I had laid such a tender trap
Hoping you might fall into it
Love hit me with a sudden slap
One kiss and then I knew it
My plans didn't work out like I thought
Cause I had laid my trap for you
But it seems that I got caught

What this whole world coming to
Things just ain't the same
Any time the hunter
Get capture by the game

No bad moments....

Mon, 31 May 2004 03:15:15 GMT

Today I can't think about how to decribe my day in another way but how it happened. Foxy came to visit me today. I have been so lonely the last two weeks and out of no where the other day he said he wanted to come. *jumps up and down like a silly school girl* And of course how could I refuse and offer like that. So I met him at the mall. When I saw him there I felt so good inside. I have been so sad the past couple weeks and him coming as made things going on in my life alittle easier. We went to EB and talked about games we liked with is nice because since I left NJ I have no one to do that with anymore. (I know this entry is going to sound boring but i can't help but be this way this time i am sorry) Then we went and saw "The day after tomorrow" which was a pretty good movie. We walked around the mall going into Walden and I stared at all the manga I have to buy. *sigh* So he got me one of the ending novels I wanted. *happy dance* Then the real task came to try to convince him to come home so I could show him the picture I did on my computer. Man he does not like meeting parents. So after calling my mom back and finding out that they were not home did he decide that it was ok. He still didn't want to but at that point I gave him no choice. So we got to my house ok and he got to see all the poster and crap I have in my room. And then we talked. I learned so much about him today. It was so nice to get cuddles and be comforted without him knowing that he was doing that. And just to be cared for. I haven't really left for anyone since I broke up with mike. And now I am back to giddy school girl and it weird but good. I just have missed being around someone I really care for and cares for me. *smiles at the thoughts* Then we went out to dinner at Olvie Garden. The talking continued. I don't think I have talked so much about myself in such a long time. I like the way I feel when I am around him and the way he makes me laugh. We just have so much in common. So after that we went to were he parked his car and talked for another hour before he had to leave. Now I am left with a feeling of happiness and hope of things to come. Thinking about all that has happened today. Wanting it to never end. Hoping I will never get hurt agian.
I might as well now catch everyone up on other things also. Still searching for a job man y is no one hiring.
Been talking to a freind online I made, Newman. I love talking to him we have a lot of fun togther and we get along great. I always need more foxes in my life. LOL *hugs* hopes he becomes happy fox again.
This at home are shady with my family a lot of things are going on that aren;t making me happy right now. That why I am happy kevin came. Whether he knows it or not he helped me through somethings.

Things are feeling too good
Can this all be true
Whats going on inside
Which is smater the hed or heart

Mended

Thu, 27 May 2004 02:28:30 GMT

There is a warmth in my heart
In a place that was forgotten
I walk in the light
Forgetting what dark felt like
Hold my hand
Forgotten lonliness
Here I stand
Day to day
Walking this life
I have awaken
Yet again
In this world
You make this possible
I dream of dreams
No nightmares
Just kisses of candy
And words of care
Just let this be
Don't disappear
I will alway be right there
Can't you see
That I care
I will never let you go
With these wings
I can fly
My feet can touch the sky
Will you join me
Up above
Make the punge
I will catch you
When you fall
Doesn;t it feel good
To know you won;t be lone
When you get home
If you only understood
I want to just change your world....

Random thoughts infinity

Thu, 20 May 2004 03:34:41 GMT

A far off memory,
A shared memory.
Like a shooting star
Fades away in the morning sun.
Let us say our goodbyes,
All while staying silent.
The days far off,
With the days close by.
Together blend their kiss,
granting us today.
Borrowing that day,
let us say our good byes.
Embracing that one person
Going somewhere.
My dream will board the last train car.
The sound standing in the sea of the Milky Way,
running, slipping.
A memory thrown away.
A memory never arriving.
Clinging to the day like a changing ticket.
At the end of this world,
Fate is moving.
The two would once again miss each other.
A far off emory,
A shared memory....

Protected but the scorching inferno of hell
The naive world,
Time flows to infinity
His hopes lay in the finger that in on the trigger
The brave warrior is
Sleeping in the past
Everyone lets go beyond our limits
Because if we go beyond our limits
The silence will finally shatter
Because we're continuously changing the way were going
After all those words,
Are you still going to deceive my heart?
Waiting....

All the flowers of this world scatter,
Like a carpet of crimson red.
Sadness is born
From the darkness that flows beneath.
Ah, are we living deceiving, ourselves?
Are humans just puppets of fate?
To embrace someone precious,
To protect some small,
Someone is crying out again today.
Casting aside their life
To burn within the midst of time
And a single moments kiss....

I want to break my loneliness into little pieces
Crush into pieces
Break into pieces
"No more!" she yelled as she cried off
"No more!" she yelled as she cried off
Only that person can make me remember
My
My
Smile of old times
People are like fields of roses
In my stone beating heart
Bright tears of blood
Are flowing to infinity...
From my wounds...
These cold painful memories
Have become etched in crimson blood into stone
Thats why love
Embraces this good child
Coming from somewhere
Something is coming
I must separate,myself from the foolishness
From my sadness

Sun, 16 May 2004 20:03:39 GMT

So much going on so little time. The beaches sun shined upon my faces. The kola and her hao where great place. I feel thou the beach my be to small of a cage for my wings... who knows who knows...
The black dragon and I talked the talked and walk the wlak. IT was nice i missed his words in my life for the last 30 days or so. I will miss him.
I bird still listens and advices my words I am glad I have some one to share that with.
The sloath and I are becaoming better friends day by day. He listens to my worries and my days. I Hope things between us get better and better....
ANd the fox there is not much to be said about him I will miss him the most of all. There are ups and downs sometimes in life but hte more ups we make the better. What to do what to do....*kiss*

My family is flying over from germany. I have missed my dear dear beautiful cousin. I Miss miener bruder, mutti, and fatti, I am glaf I will be in a home again. My be it will become more like a home when I am there for awhile.
I have I get vistors all summer long so I will not be alone. I hate the cold and love the warth of other even if it is scalding sometimes. *hugs to all*

There are seas all around
Nothing but water
I see your face
In the reflection of my life

Open up our love to eternity
Let in become the wings
That enables us to fly
It will never faultier
Till the day we die

The fisherman stops the boat
Upon This dying land
Why have you gone here
I will save you now

Open up our love to eternity
Let in become the wings
That enables us to fly
It will never faultier
Till the day we die

I walk upon these glass shards
As the blood drips down
I know I am closer
Nothing can stop me
From saving you now…

Open up pour love to eternity
Death couldn’t hold me back
From you…
Here I stand at your grave
Come to me
Come to me
Come to me

Open up our love to eternity
Am here now breathe through me
You’ll live through me
All you most do
Open our love to eternity

Happy days

Fri, 14 May 2004 03:17:04 GMT

Foxes kissing my nose and rubbign up against the side of my face. I love all of it. The way he keeps me company and licks my hand when I am hurt. I haven;t been to happy in a while. So warm to lie upon in cold nights
So much happiness in this past wekk nothign can describe i don;t want to to end don;t let it ever end........

Tell me what you think

Sun, 09 May 2004 00:18:41 GMT

I gazed up open the tower in all its wonder. It was a cold day, the snow seemed to ravish the ground and swallow everything whole. The trees were long since dead and gone awaiting the warmth of spring to give them life. The castle was wondrous in this ice tundra. The slate seemed colder and harder then it normally would. The windows were dark and frosted over so that you could not see through them. Old iron decorated every corner of the of the castle. It was like being sent back in time to the dark ages. Dead vines seemed to claw at its sides screaming for life. The sky above swirled in every tone of black and grey your mind could imagine. No light seemed able to pick through the clouds. Their shields were far too strong.
The wind creped up my back reminding me why I was upon these castle doors my mind could not take this bitterness any longer I reached my hand out but for a moment I hesitated. I do not know exactly why and what made think to do so but I did not want to be in this dreary world any longer. I looked at the sky and I thought for a moment the tress whispered to me “Come in.” The voice seemed warm in this Antarctica. I was about to finish my task when I door opened.

************************************************************************

There she was at the door, icicles clinged to her fiery red hair that just seemed to engulf her body. Those deep blue eyes were so out of place in this grey world. I could just get lost in those eyes. I could see that her dress matched those eyes through her black trench coat. Her skin was as white and seemed soft like down feathers. You just wanted to lay in their splendor. She was tall like a man about six heads I would guess but every inch of her descried woman a Goddess of sorts. Her hour glass figure seemed to elude time itself. If you named an age to her beauty I would like to say twenty four.
I quickly motioned her in. She walked with such grace as if she was walking upon silken sheets and was afraid she my wrinkle them. I shut the door behind her leaving that wretched world outside.
“My fair lady welcome to my home.”
“I am sorry to impose upon you sir. My horse fell ill in the woods during my travels and now I fear I am lost. Your castle is the only thing I have seen for days.”
Her voice was like an angel’s song playing like crushed velvet against my skin. I feared the more she spoke I might began to purr.
“Fear not all our welcome in my home. My name is Edward Griffin. I am master of this house. Please let me take your coat and get you dried off.”
At that she fell ill and clasped on the floor. I moved quickly to catch her in my arms. Afraid she would hurt herself if she hit the floor. I called for Marcus a dear old friend and head butler in my castle.
“Help me dry her off and lay her down to rest”
“Yes sir.”

************************************************************************

My head was swimming. I felt suffocated in the darkness. I felt like I was scraping at walls to escape. The trees seemed to swallow me whole. I could see his shadow chasing me. Will this night creature ever stop? I fear that this may all end soon. Then holding my hands on my throat to catch me breathe I sat up and awoke from a slumber I knew not I was in. I felt softness all around me. I looked down to see black sheets engulfing my body. I gasped as I realized I was in night clothing no longer the clothing I came in with. I felt so hot like I was about to burst into flames. When I man that called himself Edward entered the room.
I did not remember what I thought of him when I entered this place. My head hurt too much and my eyes had felt froze shut. But now I could look upon him and all of his wonder. He had black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail it reminded me of the nights sky, a single black ribbon held his hair together. It seemed to glow in the candle light. I felt like could reach my hand in his hair and never see it again. His eyes were as grey as frost if they could ever have a color. It seemed to be snowing in his eyes. He wore a crimson red robe made of silk it seemed with a black silk shirt and pants. His skin was a shade of a most unnatural looking white I had ever seen. His whole body seemed to describe day and night, light and shadow.
‘May I ask how I got here and …”
“And dressed like that. Of course, I carried you up here and called one of the maids in to change you out of your clothes into dry ones so stop you from getting sick.”
He reached his hand out at that moment and touched my head. It felt like cool against my skin His voice seemed to ease the pain in my head.
“But it seems I was too late. A fever has set in you need to rest I will go and fetch medicine for you.”
At that my world began to fade again...

When love is dead Who'll will save this broken heart

Fri, 07 May 2004 00:55:30 GMT

When love is dead who'll will save this broken heart? Love has been dead for much time now. Thing stir in my life that scare me. I feel close but I am afraid to touch. It is so different then what i have ever felt. Why? Their touch brings goosebumps up my skin. I have never been touched like that i so very long. I am so scared to feel and ask what I think anf eel of myself. Can one truely know themsleves or is it just a illision? Just to make me think I may be healed? NO more pondring. I feel touched in places taht have not been touched. Why most I act this way? I hope that I am not a toy lost in a hunters game. That would be the last straw to me. I wish to see into open eyes but with no eyes to look into. I wish i could hold a straight face. Kiss me once and i would know the feeling. The falling with nothign there to catch me. Holding my with thinned branches and kiss in thw wind. Dreams coated in the sky yet glass covers the floor. There may be a safe place but i know not where it is. I wish I did. I ask in fear and hope I saty with this happiness. Happiness with arms open and hands together...

Wed, 05 May 2004 14:21:31 GMT

eat this empyness out of my hed
I can't think straigh anymore
Touch me to see if I am still here
Hold me to see if I can fly
This world is spinning on its side
Leak these words onto paper
Alll I ever want ed say was....
I ...
Life is queer with its twists ad turns
I been dropped on my head by it
Escape seems lost
You even seem real
Can you be real
Will you ever be real
The fox streaks by
Dragon over head
My feet no longer support
I have found things I didn;t know I had
I use them as my cane
I will
I will
Happiness is a cloud over my haed
I reach up everyone once and awhile
I grip it in my hand
Breathe it it and let go
I love seeing the world
And there candy coated dreams
Kisses like flowers bloom
Dreams so sweet it stings
My eyes swell to the truth
It hurt my heart
I feel it all over
I fills me
Never releasing
I have found myself in madness
I will never be lost again
Will I find him
Will he find me
I must know

Meine Qual

Tue, 04 May 2004 03:13:11 GMT

Dieses ganze Wochenende scheinen wir gerade Köpfe zu stoßen. Ich habe nicht vor, Sie verrückt zu machen, und ich lasse nicht Sie jämmerlich machen. Aber Sie sagen, dass Sie keiner sind. Sie haben keinen Sinn. Es gab ein Missverständnis, das geklärt wurde, und jetzt gab es einen anderen. Ich errate, dass ich zu viel nehme und genug nicht zurückgebe. Es ist mein kompletter Fehler. Das ist, was immer geschieht, wenn ich stoße. Ich verstehe, warum Sie sagten, dass aber dann darüber sprechen, gehen nicht weg. Es ist alle Leute scheinen an in dieser Welt gut zu sein. Das Weggehen scheint eine Kunstform zu allen zu sein. Kommen Sie und sehen Sie. Ich weiß nicht was zu sagen, oder wie man um Sie mehr handelt. Ich versprach, dass ich über Leute mehr nicht weinen würde, als Sie mir schrieben, dass Brief und jetzt ich über Sie weinen will. Ich will nicht das für die ganze Welt ausstellen, um deshalb zu sehen, dass ich Namen nicht gebrauche, aber ich muss schreiben. Deshalb tue ich das ist deutsch. Vielleicht werden Sie es vielleicht lesen Sie nicht. Wer weiß?
Ich versuche, Sie auszurechnen, aber ich scheine auf Glasscherben die ganze Zeit zu gehen. Ich werde so verloren. Aber ich werde nicht es mich herunterbringen lassen. Ich kann nicht mehr Sie unterrichteten mich das. Ich sollte glücklich sein, und seit den letzten zwei Wochen bin ich gewesen. Ich ließ nie zu downs bekommen mich. Sie können nicht an mir aufgebracht gewesen sein, aber Sie gaben mir eine "schwierige Zeit" am Samstag, was ist, nehme ich an zu denken. Wenn jemand mir eine schwierige Zeit gibt, nehme ich an, dass es ist, weil ich etwas Unrecht getan habe. Ich begriff nicht, dass der Wunsch einer Umarmung sehr war, um dafür zu fragen, aber ich errate, dass es war. Tat nicht; begreifen Sie, dass ich um viel Aufmerksamkeit bat, seitdem ich Sie seit allen zehn wissenden Minuten sah, dass Sie zu Ihrem Zimmer zurückgehen und Gestaltungsarbeit tun mussten. Das Wissen, dass es ich Kunst war, zeigt nicht nur, dass aber eine Kunstshow ich die Tageshilfe ausgab, die aufstellt. Ich wollte gerade stolz sein, aber das ist egal.
Sie haben mich sehr unterrichtet, dass ich habe, wissen dafür, während der ich myslelf nie dazu bringen konnte zu tun aber es ich gerade ist und Sie Sie sind.
Ich bedauere ich schätze, um dumm zu sein. Ich bin nicht völlig sicher, was ich Unrecht tue aber es etwas sein muss. Leute sagen, dass ich mich zu viel entschuldige, aber es scheint, dass ich mich nie genug entschuldige. Gut schätze ich so ist's recht! für meinen Wortschwall ?

Sun, 02 May 2004 06:36:39 GMT

As smoke fills my lungs the world becomes clearer. FOr a moment I think i have figured everything out. The fox is making sense again. I think i may understand more then I thought I did. But then I go back to my dwelling and the black dargon goes falling down. He seems to have spit fire at my feet and now i am dancing around. He makes no sense. What have I done to make him liek that again. OSmetimes he hides things when he should just say them.
A little bird has flown into this place. He sits on my shoulder and we talk about loves of the lost and hopes for the future. May what a fellow that bird.
Such a happy place for a moment till that dragon.....HE makes no sense....

Poem and then stroy

Wed, 28 Apr 2004 04:43:09 GMT

I lay here in my bed
Trying to dream
This emptiness out of my head
But here you are filling me
Making me feel whole again

Emerald grass is glowing
Crystal skies above my head
Winters frost in your eyes
Rubies red touch in your hands
Wishes like candy
Coated in your dreams

You whisper sweet nothings in my ear
Your skin gets tickle pink when I am near
I feel like a bird waiting to fly
Within myslef a guidance I have found

Rain drops falling
I hear you calling
Memories of past lost
Only happy moments
Await me today

Emerald grass is glowing
Crystal skies above my head
Winters frost in your eyes
Rubies red touch in your hands
Wishes like candy
Coted
Sweetly coated
For you in your dreams...

Pray of forgiveness and love

Chapter 1
The Beginning of the End

They were just sitting there by the fire staring deep into each other eyes because of their love the world will die. As their souls intertwine they cleanse the world of its evils. They make the best of their last night together for they know the trouble they have caused in their time with their foolish love. They say their last prayer to the God Vinner. These are the last words of the world. ‘We each represent a half of the world; as we come together we pray to thee Vinner that you will hear our prayer and cleanse this evil that has filled the human soul and has engulfed this world. We ask of you to take everyone into your glory and make us all anew. This we pray to thee Vinner.’ As the last of these words were spoken and sealed with their kiss all life on their world ceased to exist including theirs.

This was the end of life for 100 year before all the gods and goddesses came together to ask the overruling god, Vinner, to give the humans a second chance and to use all the souls from (what they called the two lovers sacrifice) The Prayer of Forgiveness and Love. God Vinner said he would grant this under one condition. He would make their world to what it was before and he would renew all souls. If by the 100th year of anniversary of the Prayer of Forgiveness and Love the humans change their ways or two people pray with as much emotions as the two lovers did he would spare their world forever.
The other gods and goddesses were pleased but they had one thing to add. They said they want him to be reborn with the other human souls and when the 100th year came they would renew his memory. That way he would have experienced a life of a human to pass better judgement upon them. He thought for a moment and agreed. His only concern was his power of overruling lord being taken. So they all came together and made an ancient scroll that was put into a sealed locket that only Vinner could open. In the locket were the special powers of all the gods and goddesses; this locket was merged with Vinner’s soul. It was also decided that all the gods and goddesses would be reborn so with the last of all their powers they created a spirit that would awaken all memories if they weren’t already back by the 100th year. It would bring them all back to their home in the sky.

Chapter 2
A New World

“Doul, is there something you would like to share with the class?” spoke Mr. Lee.
“No….No sir,” Doul quickly answered.
“Good, then do you have the answer to my question?”
“Didn’t I just answer your question Mr. Lee?” replied Doul in a smart allelic tone.
“Why you…” then the bell rang and everyone got up and left.
As Doul was leaving Mr. Lee turned and glared at him. All Doul could do was turn around and smirk at him and then leave the room.

Doul and Vasher met up after Mr. Lee’s class to go to the Do-Jo to practice their sword fighting. This is what they have been doing everyday of school since they could remember.

“Doul, you couldn’t wait to say that till after class,” said Vasher as they were walking down the road heading toward the Do-Jo.
“Sorry Vasher. I couldn’t help but say how much I hate that class and Mr. Lee,” replied Doul not really caring about what happened.
“I guess but you really shouldn’t push Mr. Lee like that. You are….”
“Going to get myself Saturday school, right?”
“And to think you are one of the top students in the Do-Jo. You have no self control.”
“O hush your just jealous because I am Master Amubo’s favorite student.”
“I don’t think so. Anyway you fight to fight and that’s not the way to win. You should not fight unless necessary and practicing with the sword is an art. It shouldn’t be used as just a fighting tool.”
“Yeah, yeah, you are just like Master Amubo. Also talking about how you shouldn’t use power to control the sword that you should use your heart to control the movement of the sword and all that crap. You’re such a pathetic fool who will never get anywhere in life. If you don’t fight you can’t win, if you can’t win you are lost.”
“Doul you are such a idiot sometimes. I don’t care what you say, everyone chooses their own paths. I choose brains over brute force. That is why I am going to beat you today in the Do-Jo,” finished Vasher looking intensely into Doul’s eyes. Doul’s response was a sly smirk.
“I shall be looking forward to it Vasher,” replied Doul with an even bigger smile then before. “After you should come over my house.”
A surprised look came across Vasher’s face. “In all the years they have know each other Doul has never asked him over. Come to think about he has never seen Doul’s house and can’t even remember of anytime that Doul mention his home and family, especially his family.”
“Are you ok?’ asked Doul concerned about what might be going through Vasher’s mind…. “Does he remember?” ran through the back of Doul’s mind.
“I am fine I was just thinking that I have never been over your house in all the years that we have been best friends,” Vasher was still contemplating this in his mind.
“Yeah well it just must have been slipping my mind.”

Chapter 3
The Fight between Allies

They arrived at Master Aumbo’s Do-Jo called Greater of Hearts (in Japanese).
A tall man in about his 20’s appeared to greet them. He had long light purple hair pulled back in a ponytail; with just a few strands of hair falling around his face and with a powerful appearance women around the world flock to meet him. He pays no attention to anyone but his students. It seems like that is all he cares about. His students wonder if he has ever fancied a woman. This is Mater Amubo. No one knows why for such a young man he knew so much and was so famous since he still so young in his career. What ever it was didn’t change the fact he was the best Do-Jo teacher in the world.
“Good afternoon you two, aren’t you scheduled to duel each other to day?” inquired Master Amubo.
“Yes,” they replied at the same time.
“Well then this should be a good duel. You both are the best students in my Do-Jo. I am looking forward to watching this.”
“Thank you master,” they said. Then they went their separate ways to prepare for the duel.
A half-hour later they both come back ready to duel. Master Amubo goes up to Vasher and says, “Remember Vasher, Doul may be your friend but still fight with Doul as if it was another person. You and I both know Doul won’t go easy on you,”
“K,” replied Vasher.
Amubo walked trying to telepathically tell Vasher that this will be the hardest fight he will ever have to do, since he cared a great deal for Doul. Amubo knew Doul cared but Doul always wants to impress Vasher and himself, since Doul has been all alone, never having a friend in the world, no one except Vasher. Ever since Amubo met them he can’t think of one day they haven’t been together. He knows how tightly knit they are. And how they would never hurt each other except in a sword fight.
“OK are you both ready to start?” Amubo said to them.
“Yes,” they both responded looking intensely at each other.
“Alright you my began then”
Both of them were on opposite sides of the circle waiting to see who would make the first move. Of course to no ones surprise it was Doul. Doul left up the wooden sword and started charging at Vasher. Vasher strengthened his stance and prepared to block the blow. “Clash” as their two swords hit Vasher made an almost perfect block. He told himself he must be more careful. Doul hit and then flipped back wanting Vasher to make the next move. Vasher knew this and was ready for whatever came back at him. So he run back toward Doul at full speed. This was a bad mistake and Amubo knew it. He was second-guessing every one of their moves. When Vasher came down upon Doul with his wooden sword Doul jumped up and flipped over Vasher and as Doul landed Vasher realized his mistake and stopped turned around to block Doul’s up coming blow. Luckily it was just in time. Doul had almost struck him dead on his back. Doul aggressively started coming at Vasher with their swords clashing together. It was clear Doul had the advantage. Then all of a sudden things turned and Vasher was attacking and Doul was blocking. This was the last straw for Doul, Doul jumped back and brought down the wooden sword as hard as Doul could and when the swords hit a loud “CRACK” filled the air. Vasher’s sword broke in half. Vasher fell back on his butt and Doul lightly brought the sword to Vasher’s neck as if waiting for him to beg for his life.
“Enough! Doul is the winner,” said Amubo. Doul brought down the wooden sword. And grabbed Vasher’s hand to help him up and said into his ear “Not bad for a girl.” that was always what Doul said after she won at something that was “supposed” to be only for guys. That is what Vasher liked about her. Nothing ever stopped her. Nothing ever seemed to stand in her way.

They shook hands and turned to face Master Amubo. He said then “That he would talk to them about their techniques latter and congratulated Doul on her win. They both walked away to get out their dueling clothes. They both knew were to meet the other right in front of the Do-Jo as they had been doing since… well almost forever.