by Roxianna » 02/25/2008 5:38 PM
((Are we still going to do this role play?))
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.
But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.
But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.
Wasted
Cartel
My Pen. ~.My Breedable's
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.
But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.
But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.
Wasted
Cartel
My Pen. ~.My Breedable's
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by Knightdaniru » 02/26/2008 9:36 PM
((Sorry, first I had RPer's block, and then I got grounded!))
Kou continued walking, trying to find any sighns of what might be a library. He didn't know how hard it would be to find, but it had to be near to the rest of these ruins. How far could a library be from the rest of the ancient village or what ever? He shook the wondering thoughts out of his head. He would find it soon, and the moonlings should be there.
((Bad post...))
Kou continued walking, trying to find any sighns of what might be a library. He didn't know how hard it would be to find, but it had to be near to the rest of these ruins. How far could a library be from the rest of the ancient village or what ever? He shook the wondering thoughts out of his head. He would find it soon, and the moonlings should be there.
((Bad post...))
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth
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by Knightdaniru » 05/13/2008 5:16 PM
((ARE we still doing this RP?))
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth
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Knightdaniru - Celebrity Specialist
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- Joined: 09/04/2007 5:56 PM
- Location: Not home.
by Roxianna » 05/13/2008 7:22 PM
(( No offense, but really, I think I'm just gonna pull Jessica out. My intrest in the moonling hunt has just about been diminished. Sorry...))
Jessica looked around the clearing and sighed. It was unlike her to give in, but this was taking too long. She wanted to go home. She'd never openly admit it, of course, but it was true all the same. Turning to Kou, Jessica said, "I'm really getting tired of this, you know? I don't even think moonlings are around anymore. I'm sorry, but I think I'm just gonna go home." Before letting him answer, she dashed away, out of the forest.
(Jessica has left this R.P.)
Jessica looked around the clearing and sighed. It was unlike her to give in, but this was taking too long. She wanted to go home. She'd never openly admit it, of course, but it was true all the same. Turning to Kou, Jessica said, "I'm really getting tired of this, you know? I don't even think moonlings are around anymore. I'm sorry, but I think I'm just gonna go home." Before letting him answer, she dashed away, out of the forest.
(Jessica has left this R.P.)
Its 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.
But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.
But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.
Wasted
Cartel
My Pen. ~.My Breedable's
The mother never knew he only had a few left.
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
His breathe gets short and his chest gets tight.
But he’s sixteen and he’s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would have died that night.
But he’s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer that he had, it was visceral.
He never saw it coming, though he had his whole life.
Sick in the morning and he died in the night.
Wasted
Cartel
My Pen. ~.My Breedable's
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by Knightdaniru » 05/13/2008 8:23 PM
Kou nodded to her as she left. They probably wouldn't come around anytime soon, and he hadn't been at the meadow in a while. Maby he would come back later to look. He turned and walked off in the direction of the meadow.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth
-
Knightdaniru - Celebrity Specialist
- Pets | Items
- Joined: 09/04/2007 5:56 PM
- Location: Not home.
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