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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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Addicted to Nephew
He swung a leg over the wolf's side, and tightened his grip by pressing his knees into the wolf's ribs, leaving his hands free. The wolf reared its head in discomfort, sending ripples of movement across the framework he's sitting on, but the boy laughed and threw his arms out at the sky."Einmal, Tartarus," he said to the wolf, "Ich werde dem Kaiser der Welt werden." The wolf began to move, maneuvering itself between trees and shrubs. It kept it's body low all the time, periodically sniffing at the air for the prey. The trees towered high above them, with branches mushrooming overhead that provide little shelter from ground animals. The wolf felt naked and exposed. Carrying a madman on its back didn't help much, either. A twig snapped nearby, and the wolf stopped dead in its tracks as its ears pricked up trying to locate the source. Nothing moved except for leaves falling and grass bending in the breeze. "Fisch ist lecker," murmured the boy absent-mindedly. The wolf growled for silence, and got only a smack on the head as a reply. "Ruhig sein, Tartarus!" he chided the wolf. But they were both silenced when men in green appeared behind trees with bows and swords aimed at them. The wolf flicked a gaze behind, and saw three men inching closer to them. They were completely surrounded. "Let go of the boy, Tartarus," said one of the men. "You've been kidnapping blonde children from around these parts, and killing them in your den. That boy has been entrusted to us by his guardian, and to hell with you if you think we're gonna let you go with him." Kidnap? The wolf bared it's teeth and raised its hackles at the men. It has never kidnapped any human child. "No? Then what do you call the meat you have on your back?" The wolf felt the tug of fur as the boy shifted in his seating and slid down its side. The boy patted it on the side of its head, and murmured, "Sie sind Idioten, eh Tartarus?" and the wolf could not help but growl in agreement. This boy is nothing so ordinary as a human child. He is a madman, a master, its mother and father, the devil himself. "Ich bin der Kaiser der Welt." **** Alissa said she might be continuing the SaYuKo Collab, a little project the three of us have been doing since Form 3. Or Form 2, I'm not sure. Now, I'm extremely out of touch with fantasy writing, so in order not to make an ass of myself in front a Journalist student and a student studying in UK, I thought it's best that I try and get myself back in shape. Of course, provided we all can find the time in our busy schedules for SaYuKo and each other. Otherwise, the resurgence of SaYuKo will remain as an idea, a beautiful idea, but just an idea nonetheless. Sorry for the bad German. And now my cat is scolding me.  She's cute when she's sleeping, but she screams a lot when she's awake. |