The blood and pain experienced by a being part spirit, part flesh but belonging to neither world.
Ferocity
Nobody cares for me, Nothing wants to even look at me, I'm the fear, I'm the cause of the instinct, That erupts when I appear, Even when I look human they all know I'm not, They can sense it, Some primaeval fear engraved in their very souls, But you know what? I revel in that fear, The knowledge that in my true form, My wolf form, I could easily tear apart their flesh with my claws, Snap bones with my fangs, That's my werewolf ferocity.
thats a pretty poeme,hope you dont feel that way though cause i hate to see my friends sad.....
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Mon Feb 19, 2007 @ 04:19pm
wow,this is cool,ur a true wolf fan,i respect that of a person who takes such praise for the animal 3nodding ,but who dosent think wolves arent cool,and especially the journal that is well put together 3nodding3nodding3noddingmrgreen
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Sun Mar 18, 2007 @ 02:54am
yea i really loved heartheartheart i hope you're happy heart4laughheart3nodding