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Amaya fe;t only burning pain, the sensation of blackness fading slightly as a small muzzle nudged her black side.

"Amaya?" Roki asked, scared for his mentor.

"Roki," Amaya managed to rasp out, sides heaving with the effort.

"Amaya, where are you hit?" he demanded.

Knowing the small pup must want to help, Amaya managed a weak smile. "You can't help."

"Yes I can!" Roki said, tears brimming in his brown eyes. Amaya was almost a motehr to him, as he had been an orphan before. She couldn't die. Not now.

"No, you can't," Amaya said, breaths becoming shallower. "ROki, don't be sad when I go," she said, voice becoming weaker.

:No!" Roki cried out. "You can't die! You're like my mom. You've always been there for me, and now I want to be here for you! Don't leave!"

"Listen Roki," Amaya said. "I can't hold on much longer. Listen to me," she said. ROki obeyed, tears streaming down his face silently.

"Roki, I am your mother. I-I gave you up because I didn't want the responsibilty, and was to ashamed to tell you." Amaya said, feeling releived as she said the words.

ROki felt shocked. How could she be his motehr? Yet the resemblances were clear. She looked exactly like him. "WHo's my dad?"

"Hiro is," Amaya said, her voice quieting anymore.

ROki remembered the muscled dog, and pictured him in his mind. "Amaya," he said, then corrected himself. "Mom. Don't go. Please."

Amaya gently shook her head. "I have to Roki. I can't hold on much longer. Just remember," she broke off as she struggled to regain breath. "I love you." Her breaths died out then, life fading from her eyes.

"No!" Roki cried out, burying his head into her fur.



It was a post I did on an RP. Makes me sad....

:bulletblue:

....that's for dA. It's code for this thing:

lost-or-death-nattikat8-and-lil-cinnamon-t30109.html

our RP topic.

name:
age:
gender:
history:
personallity:
mage element:
team name(if you have one):
occupation:
appearence:
weapon:
text color


Joining another RP

That's when I updated my Graphix topic update and adding a new style to the list of other style signatures.

Wolfgang gave a laugh that made is whole body shake. The way Blitz was glaring at him made his hysteria even worse. He thought of Anna and felt a searing pain in his heart, He'd always thought of the term 'a broken heart' as an exageration. But he could feel what they meant now. "I've been helping them escape for Months!" he laughed "And You never noticed! Noone knew!" He Laughed hysterricly "So Much for your patrols!" he grinned. Blitz pressed a paw hard down on he mongrels broken ribs "Dont speak to me like that Traitor" he snarled "You've betrayed your country, You dont deserve to live" he growled. Wolfgang just laughed harder "SO KILL ME" he yelled "You cant kill hope" he laughed "Or faith. Tghats what you cant stop! You cantstoppeople thinking!"

Yeah...Something Im writing, i sent this to a friend...Nazi dogs, Cuz thats normal./...

comments and critique greatly appreciated! ^^

was uploading lots of new drawings to DA and I wanted to put that on the bototm of each description

Here is a fun game.

Just paste whatever is in your clipboard with ctrl-V (or command-V (if mac)

or just do edit and paste!

Start!

(i wont do one since what i have copied is private)


I had copied to translate
English - Portuguese

lol

http://www.paws4ewe.com/picardy-shepher ... lieres.jpg

Someone asked me what a piccardy shepherd klooked like.

http://www.animationsource.org/adgth/en ... 11837.html

I was showing an online friend my new fan character.

http://davaad.deviantart.com/art/OUT-Ca ... -155782382

The link to my picture.

Her parents were attacked and killed a few days after she was born. All the pups were killed except for her and her brother. Some stray wolves took care of them until they were old enough to take care of themselves.
(RP thingy )

Loki unlocked the junkyard gate, but then was stopped by Al. "Hi?" he said. "Why are you here? Did Abby tell you what happened?"

prt of the rp i'm in with wolflover10.
I was bumping the topic.

http://cavaliertheawsome.deviantart.com/

I showed someone my dA. =P

Her bare feet stung, but pure terror and her self-preservation instinct kept her moving. Her breath came in short gasps, and she looked briefly behind her. They were closing in. A chill ran down her spine, and she turned her head, looking in front of her again. She dashed around a corner, her cut and bruised feet leaving slightly spots of blood behind her. Her white eyes glowed anxiously, her pale skin shining with a thin sheen of perspiration. A sharp rock made her stumble, crying out in surprise as she tripped over herself. A shadow overhead made her look up. Terror was clear on her face as she saw the large dark hole of a gun, aiming at her chest. “Stand up.” The voice surprised her. She expected it to be more gravelly, not melodic.

But she complied, forcing her shaking legs to hold her. She flinched as the cool metal of the gun prodded her. “I’d just as soon shoot you, but I’ll give you the chance to come quietly,” he said, in the same, surprising melodic voice. Sukai just nodded her dry mouth unable to force words out. He had a partner, and the one with the melodic voice stood in front, while the other stood in the back, keeping a gun pressed to her at all times. “Hurry up,” he snapped, and she hurried, even though her legs threatened to collapse, leaving her on the ground, and most likely riddled with bullet holes.

Sukai’s glowing white eyes turned incredibly nervous and scared as she realized where they were going. Towards the slave house. Her eyes flicked from side to side as she struggled to find a way out of this hopeless situation. An idea hit her, and without a lot of thought, she kicked backwards, her foot connecting with his kneecap. She heard a sickening crack, and a cry of pain and surprise. The gun fell from his grasp, leaving her free to run. And run is what she did. Her feet flew over the grassy slope, her abnormal, light hair flying out behind her as she picked up speed. She heard a bang, and almost simultaneously, a burning pain in her arm. She stumbled, but kept running. Now that she had escaped, she wouldn’t stop for anything.

She reached the bottom, and winced as her feet hit the stone covered pathway. Despite the pain, she managed to dash into a small alleyway, hoping for exits. She found none, and heard footsteps. She was trapped, with no way out. She whirled around, and saw the man who she had kicked, limping, but determined to catch her. She didn’t scream, but let loose a small whimper, overwhelmed by terror.

“You had your chance,” he growled, and raised his gun. A strange tingling started in Sukai’s arms as soon as he said this, and spread throughout her body. Suddenly, everything went dark. Sukai did scream this time, more out of surprise though. After a few panicked seconds, the darkness faded, replaced by wind pushing at Sukai’s body, and the felling of falling. She gasped as she looked down. At first, all she saw was green, but as the ground rose up rapidly to meet her, she was able to make out houses. Sukai wanted to scream again, but fought the urge to do so. Instead, she closed her eyes, not wanting to see the ground rise up to meet her any longer. Despite the slight comfort not seeing gave her, she still knew the inevitable impact had to come.

The Star was falling to Earth.





It's a prologue to Plummet (c) to me.