Lone WolfNightfang looked up at the sky and wondered how they did it. The stars, that is. How they always shone so brightly and didn't just dim out once in a while when they just couldn't be strong enough anymore. Her mate Switchblade didn't have this problem. He was always so strong, and brave, and took the world on with shoulders forward and paws firm on the ground. She just couldn't. She felt like a lone wolf. She had no pack anymore. She had friends, but she felt as if she wasn't necessarily wanted anywhere. As if the sullen “Oh… she’s here too…” could seep under her fur and leave permanent damage there that was just barely covered but if people looked close enough they could see it. If only she had a real purpose.. Maybe someday... If she survived.Lone Wolf by Soulofthenight663
Everyone always has this long description of themselves. This long complex explanation of everything they want people to think they are, and what they want people to see them as in full specifics. But I let people put to mind their own interpretations of me. So here's mine;|
I'm a girl just trying to find her way in life. Through hardships and endurance, through being strong and having the courage enough to admit her flaws but learning they make you who you are. I'm not afraid of who I am, I'm afraid of others mistaking me for something I'm not. And even so, I am who I am, and that's all that should matter.