(June 4, 2011)
(this part takes place after my various surgeries)
From the drug-addled haze that being sedated was, I emerged into the light and heat of reality. The first face I saw was that of my loving Alpha, Scar. She looked down at me, worried.
"Hi, baby," I mumbled. She laughed.
"Hey, te druggie," she detto back. The twinkle in her deep brown eyes told me that she was just playing with me.
When I woke up, the morphine had worn entirely off. I was clear and levelheaded again.
I blinked and looked around to see Scar trying to open the window. She didn't know I was awake yet, determined as she was to open that insufferable window.
Seeing as she didn't know, I put my head back on the pillow, closed my eyes, and murmured her name.
"Scar..." I detto softly and indistinctly.
Through the crack in my eyelid, I saw her jump a mile in the air.
"Colby?" she detto uncertainly.
I froze. She hopped down off the divano and came over to my bed.
I spoke again. "Scar, don't put the coconut in the stereo..."
Scar busted out laughing. Rarely had she heard me say anything so strangely bizarre.
She put her forepaws on the rail and nudged me with one of them.
I kept a straight face for the first few pokes, but Lost it. I started laughing myself, and she swatted my arm.
"You dork!" she laughed.
I caught her paw.
She stopped messing about and smiled warmly at me.
I saw the twinkle in her eyes and knew what she was thinking.
I bent over and landed a little baciare on the tip of her nose. She sneezed, but still looked lovingly into my eyes.
Her ear flicked.
Her deep brown eyes sparkled and she jumped up on the letto with me. I raised my uninjured hand up to her face and caressed the soft pelliccia under her jaw.
She pressed her mouth against mine and kissed me, long and sweet.
The feel of her tongue against mine sent all kinds of feelings down my spine.
Scar was all over me when the door opened.
The handle on the door turned, and it swung open on squeaky hinges. Doctor Mariano came through and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of us.
"Just what do te think you're doing?" he asked, stunned.
Both of us stared at him, scrambling for something to say.
"Oh, heh-heh... Wasn't I supposed to be doing this?" remarked Scar. I laughed.
"No. No, you're not. te shouldn't even be on that bed!" Mariano snapped.
Scar scrambled off the letto in a heartbeat while I glared at the doctor.
When he left, he gave us a final glance back. One that was loaded with disgust.
I flipped him the bird.
Scar laughed.
The instant the door closed, Scar was back up on the letto with me, but the magic was gone, shattered da Mariano and his intrusiveness.
(this part takes place after my various surgeries)
From the drug-addled haze that being sedated was, I emerged into the light and heat of reality. The first face I saw was that of my loving Alpha, Scar. She looked down at me, worried.
"Hi, baby," I mumbled. She laughed.
"Hey, te druggie," she detto back. The twinkle in her deep brown eyes told me that she was just playing with me.
When I woke up, the morphine had worn entirely off. I was clear and levelheaded again.
I blinked and looked around to see Scar trying to open the window. She didn't know I was awake yet, determined as she was to open that insufferable window.
Seeing as she didn't know, I put my head back on the pillow, closed my eyes, and murmured her name.
"Scar..." I detto softly and indistinctly.
Through the crack in my eyelid, I saw her jump a mile in the air.
"Colby?" she detto uncertainly.
I froze. She hopped down off the divano and came over to my bed.
I spoke again. "Scar, don't put the coconut in the stereo..."
Scar busted out laughing. Rarely had she heard me say anything so strangely bizarre.
She put her forepaws on the rail and nudged me with one of them.
I kept a straight face for the first few pokes, but Lost it. I started laughing myself, and she swatted my arm.
"You dork!" she laughed.
I caught her paw.
She stopped messing about and smiled warmly at me.
I saw the twinkle in her eyes and knew what she was thinking.
I bent over and landed a little baciare on the tip of her nose. She sneezed, but still looked lovingly into my eyes.
Her ear flicked.
Her deep brown eyes sparkled and she jumped up on the letto with me. I raised my uninjured hand up to her face and caressed the soft pelliccia under her jaw.
She pressed her mouth against mine and kissed me, long and sweet.
The feel of her tongue against mine sent all kinds of feelings down my spine.
Scar was all over me when the door opened.
The handle on the door turned, and it swung open on squeaky hinges. Doctor Mariano came through and stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of us.
"Just what do te think you're doing?" he asked, stunned.
Both of us stared at him, scrambling for something to say.
"Oh, heh-heh... Wasn't I supposed to be doing this?" remarked Scar. I laughed.
"No. No, you're not. te shouldn't even be on that bed!" Mariano snapped.
Scar scrambled off the letto in a heartbeat while I glared at the doctor.
When he left, he gave us a final glance back. One that was loaded with disgust.
I flipped him the bird.
Scar laughed.
The instant the door closed, Scar was back up on the letto with me, but the magic was gone, shattered da Mariano and his intrusiveness.
this came in a dream once about spirit heart... in his life time i took a real little peak of it. it was about his family. he had 2 pups...a wife... but thier names were unknown. just spirit heart. spirit cuore and his wife were having so much fun. but then... some Lupi came da from the pack. thier pack...arnt really friendly... spirit cuore was a alpha. but... he wasnt that quite powerful. one lupo was above his rate... and was pure evil... i keep wondering... is it the bad wolf... from the "TWO Lupi CHEROKEE STORY" is it possible that he exist. impossible. then the rest of the pack came up to his family. then they murdered his pups, then they raped and killed spirit hearts wife. spirit cuore was very upset. he tried to kill them... but he was too weak. then... they strangled spirit heart.... then killed him.... and that... was the story of spirit heart. and spirit cuore was letting me look through his eyes... like i was him... it was crazy...
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a manga I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what te brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if te don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So commento with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an ora from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad detto we had to live in now. Before this 5 giorno drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh Cibo was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and detto nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh Cibo was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and detto nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)