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Healer but not Healed Part 9 I bolt, super speed, to the alley I was living in before Matt and his family took me in. I had gathered a few pairs of clothes from here and there, making decent getups, keeping them in a small box I'd found on the street, and kept the box in a hole in the wall to protect them from the weather. This area of town has been abandoned since before I got here, the buildings falling apart, very little garbage around because there's no one to leave it here, no windows. This place isn't great, but it was the only place with no one near it.
I change into my own clothes, dark jeans, black t-shirt and a black hoodie. My shoes I keep the same, the same old black runners I always wear. I pull my hair out of my ponytail and shake it out, enjoying it being free again, and pull my hood up. I don't care how I look to anybody anymore, let them see me this way, I'm tired of hiding, it only hurts people. I swap my notebook,
Lock and KeyMy secrets I keep locked up,
To earn the key to my heart,
Not something everyday seen.
Some earn it with time,
Others forfit the key,
And yet others pick the lock instead.
Sometimes I wish I could give the key freely,
So that I would not need to keep my heart gaurded,
So I could let people in.
Maybe then I would not feel so alone,
Maybe then things could get better for me,
Maybe then I could feel happy and free.
Where is the locksmith to open me up,
Who is going to tear down the doors,
When will I ever learn to answer to those who knock?
Lone Family Part 2 He lifts his nose high and sniffs the cool fall air, listening for the sound to come again. It does, and he homes in on it perfectly, being a very skill hunter. He is not hunting this time however, and what he hears is a short ways into the trees beside the dead deer. He enters the trees cautiously, and when he spots the wolf cub lying on her side alone, he is torn between confusion and that eternal question - fight or flight. Not fight the pup, but the family that must surely be nearby.
"Please help me..." the little wolf whimpers.
"Where is your pack?" he barks back, looking at her with his head moving side to side, scanning the forest.
"I don't know... we got seperated. I haven't eaten for days, and I think something in me is wrong."
"Wrong, are you sick? Wounded?"
"The Creatures hurt me with
Lone Family The wolf lifted his black muzzle as he sented his prey on the wind, stalking the lone deer. The wolf was a proud one, though he was just a lone wolf, seperated from his pack, disbanded from the pack life. He still missed it, yes, but he has learned to survive on his own, and to hunt without the help of family, always hunt, and keep the memories at bay. He marks no territory, as a lone wolf must always be on the move, and a pack, a family, would not hesitate because of one shamed member of a forgotten pack. He, in turn for permission into a pack's territory, hunts only his share, no more, though it is difficult to resist the thrill of a hunt, even if it is not a nesessity.
The grey wolf croutches, moving silently across the land on his black paws, his muzzle pointed towards his prey and the fur on his back high. He is a grey wolf, white and darker streaks of grey weaving through his warm fur, with his paws being black
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