The Fire of my Soul****PLEASE NOTE THAT I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY IT WAS NOT MY IDEA NOT MY WRITING NONE IS MINE IT BELONGS TO A FELLOW SHADAZE FAN WHO WAS HAVING TROUBLE POSTING THIS PIECE ANYWHERE SO I DECIDED TO HELP. Thank you please enjoy.****
The Fire of my Soul
Silence crept into the corners of my mind as I drifted into sleep. The cold grass I laid on rustled softly through the breeze. My hands held each other with interlocked fingers against my stomach as I cleared my mind, preparing for another night of hell. I began to feel hot. The feeling came slowly, and intensified until it became an unbearable burning sensation. I tried shutting my eyes tighter, but they were forced open against my will. My body was once again no longer my own.
I took in my surroundings and gasped for breath as the smoke filling the room caused me to choke. I stood up and looked for something, but I did not yet know what it was. The in
Cyanide .:ShadAmy:.Looking up at the flickering neon sign of her favourite haunt, a feminine hand pushed pink quills from mature emerald eyes. A small smirk appeared on her muzzle as she gazed up at the red depiction of a wine glass, this was home for the next few hours. The bar itself was called 'Inferno' and was famous for its flaming B-Fifty-Two's. She had been coming to this place for quite awhile now, she was even on first name terms with the barman - the most handsome one of course. Hearing him say her name in that dark, husky tone of his made her fur stand on end. His name was an extension of his midnight fur that covered the majority of his body, minus the streaks of crimson and the patch of white fur on his chest. A gust of wind blew even more pink quills into her face, bringing her out of her little day-dream. Giggling to herself, she pulled the door to the bar open.
Pink, pierced ears lowered slightly as loud rock music echoed from within the venue; she was used to the softer things they playe
Trepidation. Chapter two.Chapter Two. Inhabitants of Your Nightmares.
Her feet dangled over the edge of the dock, the tips of her toes just barely grazing the water every time a wave rolled towards her. Her golden amber eyes gazed at the white caps of the waves as they curled in on each other, slowly, slowly... before crashing down onto the rigid rocks that coated the sea floor and rose through the water, breaking its surface. She hazily wondered whether he was out there gazing into the deep blue abyss, just as easily lost in its depths and mystery as she was.
The sky, a deep purple suddenly became congested with heavy, black clouds.
The wind whipped at her hair, and she jumped to her feet just as a large wave crashed onto the dock, swiping her into the frigid water. She reached out, screamed, as her lungs filled with water. She felt as if she was being sucked into a whirlpool, her body spinning, mind whirling. She was going to die.
She gave up, givin