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The Path I WalkThe path I walk is never straight,
Full of twists and turns,
Some days the path is cool and smooth,
Others it puts on my feet burns.
But I know the path I walk now is only for a short time,
And a day will come, be I young or old,
When I'll leave my path behind,
And walk the road of gold.
Trail of HayAs I walked along my path one day,
I stopped and looked back to see,
The path behind was scattered and thin as hay.
I pondered this for a moment,
Then continued to walk on,
Suddenly I found myself singing a strange song.
What the words were I could not tell,
Though the wind must have heard my ghastly knell,
As it danced around me, pushing me on.
Now I look back on that day and see,
That a narrow path was being trodden by me,
And had the wind not aided me,
Then I may have never been set free.
Setting of the Black Sun Pt 2Zennith sat up, sweat clung to his face. He was in what seemed to be a tent. Rosé was sleeping silently beside him, though her face was contorted, as if she were having a bad dream. The fox anthro looked around, his reddish-blonde tail swayed back and forth on the ground. Placing his hand on the ground, he prepared to get up, but the white fox girl who seemed to have abducted both of them came through the flap tent. She was frowning.
"You shouldn't strain yourself, Zennith Michel Ginthe." Zen stopped at the mention of his full name. He frowned deeply, then opened his mouth to respond, but the fox cut him off again, "I have been watching Rosé and those around her for twelve years, I know who you are, what your habits are, what foods you like, what you do on an average day, just about everything."
"Who... who are you?" Zen forced himself to say. His mouth had gone dry. The young f
Setting of the Black Sun Pt 1Zen... A soft voice called, Zen, wake up... "Just five more minutes," came the reply. Zen, wake up... Come on... wake up... the voice came again. "Please, five more..." came the second reply.
"ZENNITH MICHEL GINTHE! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!" came a loud, shrill voice that seemed extremely close.
"Gah!" A reddish-blonde haired boy cried as he fell out of his desk. Mrs. Krije's tall skinny figure was looming over him, frowning. A brunette girl in the desk behind him was shaking her head. The boy opened his mouth as if to say something, but Mrs. Krije's sword sharp voice cut him off.
"This is the third time this week Zen. Try to stay awake in class. Weather you understand what I am saying or not, I expect you to do the work!" Mrs. Krije scolded, rapping a ruler on the desk. Zen groaned, as he got up and sat back in his seat. He shook his head and rubbed his tail
Unlikely Trio "I love Shadari, though sometimes he can do odd things. I think the strangest thing I find is his relation to his sister, Litaria."
"I FOUND YOU!" I screamed towards the back of a black kitsune. The fox looked around, smiling guiltily. He had red hair, parted down the centre, though it had grown some length and it partially covered his right eye, though it was only the corner. The rest of his body was covered in black fur. A necklace was hung around his neck, the chain made of moon-silver, a special metal that looks like liquid silver when exposed to light, but is extremely durable, strong, and light. Hanging off the chain was a rain-drop shaped gem, glowing a medium-red colour.
"Hi Ensuna..." he said, a strained tone was attempted to be hidden in his voice. I frowned, placing my hands on my hip, my grey tail was swaying back and forth. I am a grey kitsune, no one in particul
The seperation I'm not quite sure why I decided to leave. My mind was scattered, troubled, and worried to some point about something elsewhere. Perhaps I thought taking a trip away from my home might ease my troubled mind... If anything, it made it worse.
~Shadari R. Draconis
The trouble with my family pretty much started when I was born. I was the third born in a family of five. Solari being the eldest, Lunari being the second, Litari, my younger twin sister, and Ilari, the youngest. My father was fairly disappointed in me right from the start. My fur was coloured black. I never really got to know my mother well either, as she died when I was six, four years after Ilari was born. Most of my siblings also tended to shun me as well. The one who was always friendliest to me would be Lunari, followed by the timid Ilari, but I mostly hung out with Solari. He always treate
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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