SORRYSORRYSORRY!!!

I'm sorry that I haven't posted in so long! I have been going through lots of problems at home, and my rat died, and I've been feeling twitchy and depressed for a few weeks now. I'm feeling better though :) I'm going to redo this story, fixing errors in the spelling, storyline, and other things. If you have any ideas please tell me!!! A HUGE thank you to the people who are reading/have read my stories! Please tell me what you think, each review is like candy for my soul (thank you jen)! Again, I'm sorry it has taken me so long to post something... :'( It makes me very upset. So I'll review my work, type it up again, change a few things, and start making more...

Thanks again and sorry again,
Elie/El

Random jibberish

If the story makes sence in some parts and then it starts to sound as though I've gone insane, or gotten hit over the head with something blunt (or sharp) and solid, or both that's probably because of the following reasons:
A. I have go insane, but I still have some random form of sanity still clinging to my mind.
B. At some point I have been hit over the head with a blunt and solid object.
C. I haven't been getting much sleep and am patching bits and pieces of this story together in a half ditch attempt to get some ideas down on paper before I loose them all. I'll try and polish them up when I get a writer's block, and I'll post an announcement when said occurence occurs.

Well there you have it! Please don't hate me if some parts are crap and others don't make sense! If you have questions email me or something and I'll try to answer them!
Thanks,
Elie

Brain Freeze... I can't think of a title! AAAAAHHHHH!

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She walked along, prancing happily by her “master’s” side. She was anything but happy, but she had to act it for the sake of her form. Her emotions were in turmoil, unable to comprehend all that had just happened in the past few hours. Everyone she had ever known, or loved, or cared about, or hated, or annoyed was dead. Her family, her friends, her enemies, everyone. It was like being stabbed, which she had been several times. The human beside her seemed to know what path her thoughts had taken, for he was silent until they were almost out of the woods. “Those wolves, the ones my brother and his friends killed… Were they your family?” She stopped dead, her legs refusing to carry her farther. He kept walking for a few more paces before he realized she had stopped.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Worry rang clearly in his voice, flashing in his eyes as he walked quickly back to her. Kneeling down he looked straight into her strange eyes. “They were, weren’t they?” Her canine head bobbed slightly, looking away from his burning green eyes. She felt him move closer, his arms around her shoulders and neck, pulling her closer. His voice whispering in her ear, trying to get through her numbed mind, “I’m sorry. Mine died too, but me and my brother were adopted by some really nice people. They’ll like you too, I know they will. Time will help it turn to a dream. A really awful dream, but something that you can forget ever happened. I know it sounds bad, but dwelling on it is worse. The pain never goes away if you do. What you said earlier about if I needed someone to talk to? The same goes for you. If you ever want to talk about something, just talk and I’ll listen.”

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He felt the dog’s head press down on his shoulder and pull back slightly against his arms. Dropping his arms he stood and, checking that she was okay, once more started the path for home.

Now back to "regular" titles...maybe...

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She walked along, prancing happily by her “master’s” side. She was anything but happy, but she had to act it for the sake of her form. Her emotions were in turmoil, unable to comprehend all that had just happened in the past few hours. Everyone she had ever known, or loved, or cared about, or hated, or annoyed was dead. Her family, her friends, her enemies, everyone. It was like being stabbed, which she had been several times. The human beside her seemed to know what path her thoughts had taken, for he was silent until they were almost out of the woods. “Those wolves, the ones my brother and his friends killed… Were they your family?” She stopped dead, her legs refusing to carry her farther. He kept walking for a few more paces before he realized she had stopped.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Worry rang clearly in his voice, flashing in his eyes as he walked quickly back to her. Kneeling down he looked straight into her strange eyes. “They were, weren’t they?” Her canine head bobbed slightly, looking away from his burning green eyes. She felt him move closer, his arms around her shoulders and neck, pulling her closer. His voice whispering in her ear, trying to get through her numbed mind, “I’m sorry. Mine died too, but me and my brother were adopted by some really nice people. They’ll like you too, I know they will. Time will help it turn to a dream. A really awful dream, but something that you can forget ever happened. I know it sounds bad, but dwelling on it is worse. The pain never goes away if you do. What you said earlier about if I needed someone to talk to? The same goes for you. If you ever want to talk about something, just talk and I’ll listen.”

And another post because I have no life...

Her dexterous fingers made short work of the knot and she slipped the bloodied cloth off the hole. Pressing her slim fingers into the renewed flow of blood she whispered several disjointed words that flowed out of her mouth and into the wounds like water. A flash of a transparent, pale-blue substance and the scattered holes disappeared leaving several scars like snowflakes across her shoulder. She repeated the process with the tear in her neck, watching with amusement as the boy gaped at her. “Can you teach me how to do that?” he asked in wonderment. A smile, so slight that it was almost impossible to see, formed on her lips as she muttered, “Perhaps later. But for now which do you prefer, dog or cat?”

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The question took him by surprise, ‘What did that have to do with anything?’ “Ummm…. Dog, I guess… Why?” She shook her head, as she asked another question, answering his as she did so in that strangely accented voice of hers. “Describe a dog you wish to have. Leave nothing out.” Seeing no reason not to he did so, and her form began to waver, shifting into what he described. A mutt by the look of her, wolf-blood defiantly flowing through her, black eyes, flecked with enough gold and blue to deceive anyone who wasn’t looking closely, looked expectantly at him; thick, curly fur the color of the moon, slightly red-tinged, spread over delicate but strong limbs, a full bushy tail curled around muscled hind legs. Black fur covered all four paws and ankles as if she had stepped in black paint.

A voice sounded through his mind, a strangely accented one. “It will be easier for you to bring a dog to your home than a person. If you need someone to talk to just think about speaking to me, and that will initiate the link. Distance doesn’t matter. You can speak out loud if there is no chance of you getting in trouble for it.” He blinked. She was coming with him? Why would she do that, she barely knew him… He shrugged the thought away; he had always wanted a dog, or at least someone to talk to that at least marginally understood him. Maybe she would be that person.

He knew his parents would be okay with a dog as long as she didn’t chew anything up, and he couldn’t imagine her doing something like that. He saw the black eyes move to him and knew she was waiting to leave. “So… What is your name?” She cocked her head considering, and her voice sounded in his head. “Name? I never had one. You give me one and that will do.” He shook his head and began walking the path that his brother and friends had taken a few hours before. “I’m called Allen by the way. Allen Walker, but mostly people call me Al.”

“Nice to meet you Allen Walker.”
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Whew! That was a long one (I think)... If it's too hard to read these posts because they are too long please tell me so I can fix it! I hope that you are enjoying the story so far. Sooner or later I'll add in a recap. I have been working on this story in my free time (not that I have a lot of it here...) so there is a lot more of this story to post at random intervals, a.k.a. when I remember. :)
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More Story! YAY!!! =:)= Darth Bob

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He opened his eyes as the pain receded from his ears. He had known that something was wrong with that wolf, and he hated his brother more than he had when he had first seen that gun, a birthday gift from their father, sight down the first wolf; black as night with flecks of gray, the blood staining the snow around the dying body, making the black fur even darker, as the others had laughed. He seriously doubted that they would ever hold a gun again with those burned hands.

He looked at where the wolf had lain, trying to see through a cloudy haze of tears. He was sure that the wolf had been shot; he had seen the blood on the snow like red teardrops. He stared and began blinking rapidly to clear his eyes; sure that he was seeing things. Instead of a wolf there was a girl, somewhere in her early teens, leaning against a tree. She looked like she had just stepped out of the medieval time period with the clothes she was wearing. Her blonde hair shone like spun silver in the moonlight. He was suddenly aware of the blood under her, leaking from under her brown shirt. He shut his mouth and scrambled to his feet, walking unsteadily over to the unconscious girl.

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She opened her eyes to a slowly lightening dusty pink sky. Sitting up so quickly that she almost snapped her spine, wincing as she felt a pressure on buckshot holes that hadn’t been there before. She felt around the back of her shoulder, not moving her neck where another pellet had barely missed her jugular. Her fingers came in contact with a strange fabric. Forgetting her punctured neck she turned her head and looked at the new fabric wrapped tightly around the punctures in her shoulder.

“The bleeding just stopped. I wouldn’t recommend moving for a while.” The voice drew her attention away from the crude bandage to the speaker in an instant. The male from before, he looked to be around the age she appeared to be, was sitting near her watching her intently. “Where did you come from? When did you come from?” Questions pooled in his voice as well as in the words he spoke. She didn’t answer; or rather she couldn’t, bound by laws beyond his understanding. Instead she started to untie the strip of cloth surrounding her shoulder. “Hey! Don’t do that! You’ll open the holes again!” She glanced at him, baring her “fangs” as she did so in an unmistakable gesture telling him to ‘back the hell off!’