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Alliances (pt 1)My lusus is dead, and I am alone.
The thought bounced around Nepeta's mind as soon as she woke up in the morning. It would plague her all day, as it had for seven or was it eight? days now. She did not feel the hard wooden slats of the bench her numb hip was pressed into, or the griminess of her hair, flattened under her neck by her coat, which she'd been using as a pillow.
She was literally "on the park bench," as it were, because when a troll's lusus dies, she is thrown out to starve.
Can't let a parentless troll run around causing trouble, you see. She's underage, so we'd have to put her in an orphanage, and those cost a lot of money to run. Too much money. Money that could be better spent on the war. Nepeta was 7 sweeps old not very underage, but underage enough.
Better to just let natural selection take care of her.
Nepeta had been in the park, Pounce's favourite place in the sprawling city that was their home, since she'd been thrown out by a police dr
a virtual lifebehind my avatar
I am queen of a wonderful world
I am a female warrior of a strange country
I am a werewolf
in real life
I am a girl who waits for the love
I am a girl who dreams from another life
I am a girl insignificant buried in the mass
I KnowI know what you really think of me
I know you want me gone
I know whenever my mouth opens you cringe
I know you think I’m stupid
I know you wish I would die
I know people hate me
I know I’m really stupid
I know I don’t get you
I know you don’t get me
I know you wish we really never met
And I’m sorry...
Battle in my MindEat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
I love you..
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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