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Love is overratedLove? Overrated. But who can help it? When you love someone, you love them. Yes even I have to admit defeat in that department, that I love someone too. Does he take notice of me? Hell yeah, of course he does, I don't give him a choice in the matter; but it's not like I have a chance with him or anything. I find myself fairly good looking (maybe I'm just lying to myself) and we have lots of fun together, but he has another person in his life and he doesn't seem to want to make room for me. I'm alright with that though. All I can do is jump out of the bulldozers way and wait for my turn to get smashed. Pathetic isn't it? I make myself sick.
PackHe didn't know what to say. Her display of hunting was... scary. It was as if she had gone mad. He watched in confusion and sadness as the blood spilled down her arms from the deer kill.
"Amy?" A touch to my shoulder sent chills through my spine.
"What?!" Flacon was standing behind me and looked unusually concerned.
"We shouldn't have done this to you."
"But I feel so alive!" I cried. "This... this unbelievable feeling! I want more of it!"
"Amy!" Everyone jumped, startled. Kodiak was suddenly there, curious that no one heard him coming. He stood towering in obvious anger above Falcon, who's pointed ears twitched backward. "Falcon... what have you done?" His voice was calm and yet filled with fear and frustration. Everyone stood still for a while, the air deepening in intensity. My head swirled and I fell dizzily backward into Falcon's arms.
"Go; clean her up," Kodiak whispered, turning and holding his arm up as if to point Falcon in the right direction. He avoided Falcon's guilty gaze
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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