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| I'm ditching Xanga for Tumblr. http://bongflower.tumblr.com/
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| Okay, I obsess over my hair. I admit it proudly. I love my hair, and it's been pink (on/off once) for like 3 years. Well I got bored with it, as usual, but I can't dye it because the pink dye I use is nuclear and I don't want my hair to fall out. So I decided to get extensions. ^_^ They'll make me happy for a while.
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| Little Fox
He could hear a yelp, but couldn't see yet. The yelp sounded echoey and far away, but the warm aching wetness in his leg distracted him from most noise. The blackness faded into white, the white faded into blurry splotches of color, and the blur began to focus into shapes. He could see the trees around him, the river to the left, and the leaves on the ground. Nothing made sense right then. Though his vision clear, his mind was still fuzzy. The first clear thought: where is mother? The second clear thought to look down at the hurt leg. A whimper slipped out of him at the sight of the huge metal, fanged mouth around his ankle and the red liquid dripping off his tiny little orange leg. Just as his thoughts cleared, the pressure in his ankle relieved itself. Before he could realize how it'd happened, something scooped him and lifted him off the ground swiftly yet violently. He saw the ground moving smoothly below him, then suddenly the air was thrown out of his lungs as he hit a hard, ridged surface. A rumbling sound roared loudly enough to scare him to his feet, only to be flung down again by the unstable ground. He shifted his vision upward, where the sky was flying by in a blur, making him dizzy and unable to think clearly again. He rolled forward, sumersaulted into something hard, knocking him into total blackness again.
He woke, again his vision failing him and slowly fading back into purity. He smelled blood and wood, and a strange smell he couldn't recall. His thoughts cleared again, his body trembling, his leg throbbing. Again, his thoughts reverted back to his mother. Where was she? Where was he? He knew he was in danger, but his short-lived memory could not recall any of what he was seeing or feeling. A yelp, a horrible gurgling sound, the smell of blood heightened. He turned his head, the vision of his beautiful mother filling him with joy. Joy slipped violently into despair and horror at the sight of blood, his mothers wide eyes: twitching. He shook all over, his despair shifting into fear and then into shock. He heard thumping nearing him: then black again.
Faerie Downfall
A rumbling sound came from behind the shrubs where her faerie family fluttered amongst themselves chattering and crafting. She had never been out of their hidden clearing before, and she wasn't even sure if it was permitted or if anyone had ever even attempted it before; but she was curious, she had been born curious and wild. Her firey red curls hung, soaring with her as she glided around cautiously, taking in all the beautiful and strange smells: admiring the array of new and beautiful flowers. The wind was blowing, which was a new sensation for the wind rarely ever broke through the barrier of brush and walls of vines and large trees that circled their clearing.
The smells were beautiful and odd at the same time, mixing in with each other and making her sneeze every so often. Her transparent skin felt warm as she floated aimlessly into a large patch of sunlight. More sun light than she'd ever been exposed to before glistened and warmed her skin, her wings, her hair. It burned her eyes, and made her perspirate. She flapped her wings quicker, shuffling gracefully around. Her mood had become careless, her body warm and comfortable with her new surroundings. The beauty of the world had been revealed to her, and she wondered why anyone would keep all of her and her people hidden away inside of a barrier from all the true glory.
Suddenly, a snap. A pinkish blur swung in her direction, snapping the branches directly in front of her. A gust of wind from the object pushed her backward and she fell onto the ground, rolled violently into a thornbush. The ground collapsed beneath her, and she tumbled like a ragdoll to the bottom of a hole, her neck cracking against a seed; she became entwined and bent in the tiny beginner roots of the seed, lifeless and beautiful in her twisted, mangled position. The ground closed up above her, dirt falling over her lifeless body; sealing her away in an earthy grave.
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| I adore them, they're so cute!
Not to mention my new blue legwarmers =]
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Lol, "A peace bone got found in the dinosaur wing."
=] Or "Look at your game girl."
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