Blaze… might I suggest you make like a Minecraft blaze, and go back, to the nether fortress you came from, that’s right, I’M A NERD!!!

And I don’t need people in my rebellion, I have ganondorf, and William Afton… I’m thinking bury me in metal for the national rebellion anthem

Quiet appreciates the flowers. I assumed so, anyway, because she can’t exactly tell me.

Honestly, at this point everybody has a bone to pick with the Black Ghost… but feel free to try to kill him with your gator army if you feel so led. I won’t argue.

- President Loki

Black Ghost

Two

As Quiet returned to the clearing that the coyotes called their camp, she nearly collided with her mother, who hopped back in surprise. “Quiet!” she exclaimed, causing her to stop in her tracks and turn her head towards Gentle. There was no way for her to tell her mother of what she had seen; they had developed some words without a voice, such as help, leave me alone, I’m hurt, I’m sick, stop, hello, come here, no, yes, wait, and goodbye. None of those would help her in this situation, so instead of struggling to mouth the words as she did upon occasion, she swished her tail to the left, their sign for hello. Gentle sighed, flicking her ears back. “Are you hurt?” she asked finally, scanning her daughter’s feeble frame for a moment. No, Quiet responded, shaking her head to communicate yet again.

Giving up on dialoguing with her daughter, Gentle turned with a quick “Goodbye” and then padded off. Quiet watched her go, not caring to sign goodbye. Her mother was no longer looking, anyways, and it would be wasted energy. Quiet loved her mother, but despite Gentle’s best efforts at helping her be able to speak, she knew that her mother had always had a longing for a normal daughter. One who could speak, and laugh, and bark, and howl. One who could be useful.

Sorry, Mother, Quiet thought sadly. That isn’t me.

That following morning, one of the older coyotes was ravaged by a high fever, appearing out of nowhere. By that evening when the sun set, he was dead. The pack gathered around to mourn, heads low to breathe in his musty smell one last time before howling in mourning. Quiet stayed at the rear of the group, taking no part in howling for she knew that she couldn’t. She sniffed from her place a few feet away, nose twitching warily as she scooped up thin traces of his smell. It was sour thanks to his fever, and Quiet worried that it was still clinging to him enough so that it could travel to a different coyote, too.

But if she was being completely honest? She was afraid of the sudden death. The wolf that she had seen out in the forest, with dead eyes and a blank stare, had haunted the back of her mind up until this point, and even still his image hung like a heavy fog in her thoughts. The nag of being watched itched at her like a stubborn flea, and she found herself looking over shoulder more often than not. And yet she could tell no one of her experience, nor would they sit and try to decipher her desperate signing. She was alone with her fear, and that made her angry.

The next few days were consistently filled with anxiety and unease. Three days’ time after the elder has passed away, Quiet was back out in the forest, wishing that she could scream out her frustrations instead of holding them within herself like she was forced to. As she got farther and farther from the camp, the idea of eyes burning into her back caressed her thoughts until it was too much to bear. Finally she turned around, and her heart nearly stopped.

The black wolf was there.

Black Ghost- I’m too lazy to say ‘a President Loki short story’ every time

One (2/2)

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and stopped in her tracks. Pivoting, she looked slowly around at the brightly colored forest surrounding her, scanning it for anything that could be tracking her movement with steel eyes. She circled twice, unable to find any sort of sign that she was being followed, but as she turned back the way that she had come for a third time, she was met with the face of a very fluffy black wolf. His eyes were white, a foggy sort of pale gray with no life in them at all. He was inches away, dry nose puffing hot air into her face, and although he was far taller than she, his eyes were directly level with her’s. Had Quiet been able to make a sound, she would’ve screamed; but her silence kept her from reacting in fear. Being mute kept her oddly calm in situations such as this, and even as fear spiked through her body, she stayed rooted.

When she blinked he was gone, as was any sort of trace that he had existed at all. Slowly turning her head once more she searched for him, but seeing nothing, she set off back towards her home in unnerved angst.

Aww look at that. They've posted all these things to break us down, and it's only stitched this community closer together.

President Loki, Lamprey, DX, and everyone else thanks for the encouragement. And don't worry, I'm all good, please don't burst a blood-vessel over what they say to me. This is a game of word chess and I'm having the time of my life XD

~CL1 salutes you all

Alright, this is too far.

It's one thing to say someone's story is lame and tell them to shut up. It's one thing to impersonate people. Most of us can handle that.

It's a completely different problem to tell someone to take their own life. There are people here with serious depression and life issues already. Are you really trying to push people to commiting, and if the answer is yes then I have another question for you:

What kind of a human being are you?

If you don't want to see the stories, LEAVE. It's that simple. You want a tip on a dye? Here you go: FOLLOW THE RECIPE. If you want someone to hold your hand and walk you through it step by step, watch a youtube video, they have those you know. You can't surf through the internet telling people their life is meaningless and they should commit. You have no idea who's on the other side of that screen, what problems they go through.

Another question for you, and answer honestly, not to me but to yourself: If you've got nothing better to do spam suicide threats in a section where people are just trying write stories and have fun, tell me again, who's life is "pathetic" and "meaningless?"

I don't know what you believe, though at this present moment I don't think you cling to faith at all, but I believe what goes around comes around. Call it what you want; Karma, The Golden Rule, Common Decency, I don't care, but whatever you put out in this world, bad or good, it's going to find its way right back to you, someway, somehow.

Are these the words you want to hear? Are these the words you're already hearing? Talk to someone and get HELP, don't pass the grief on to someone else.

One more thing before I take a breath and let this go: THE WORLD RUNS ON STORY TELLING.

It's behind everything. Mythology, literature, poetry. Not even just written things. It takes skilled writing to make good movies, good music, good games. Storytelling has shaped HISTORY ITSELF, so go on and write it off as lame if you want. Einstien was called stupid, Michael Jordan was told he couldn't play basketball, the doctors said Bethany Hamilton would never surf again, and yet you STILL know their names. You still know E=mc2, you still pass by Air Jordans in the store, and you still hear about the legendary Soul Surfer because GREATNESS NEVER QUITS.

We love writing, and we know people out there love it too. We've seen the kind posts, the inspired messages, and the fans-turned-fanfictioners. You think a few kids hiding in his/her closet typing threats to random people on the internet is going to stop that? Find a hobby, my friend, so you know exactly what we feel like when we write.

~CL1 has taken a breath. End of rant.

A Lone Howl

Part one: Howl in the Night

Chapter two

JOURNEY FOLLOWED HER Alpha as he leapt, digging his teeth into the elk’s throat. She slammed her weight into the elk’s shoulder, driving him to the ground, before seizing him by the back of the neck. With a last clench of his teeth, Alpha ended the elk’s struggling, taking its last essence of life.

First Journey and then Alpha backed up, Alpha inclining his head and lifting his tail. He turned his head proudly as the rest of the pack fell in around the elk, with Omega standing behind him, tail lowered, head bowed respectfully.

They stood in silence for a long moment around their prey, thanking the Hunters of The Stars for the life that had been given so that theirs could remain. After a moment of respect, Alpha stepped back, beckoning Omega forward with a flick of his elegant tail. Omega slunk forward, keeping his head down, and tore into their prey’s hide, leaving the best parts for the others. Journey heard Ash muttering something to Crevice. “Why does Omega always get to eat first?” she snorted. “He barely helped with the hunt.”

Journey turned towards Ash, lips curling up to show her fangs. “The Wolves of The Stars said it to be so,” she growled, advancing on the younger wolf. “Are you arguing with the choices of your Alpha, and every alpha before him?”

Ash lifted her nose arrogantly. “No, I’m not arguing with them,” she said. “And you shouldn’t get so hostile, Journey. You’re only two ranks above me. I don’t-” her sentence was cut short as Journey batted her down to the ground, pinning her by the shoulder. “Silence,” she snarled, lips curling upward further. “You’re only slightly higher then Omega himself, you arrogant Halfgrown. This is the way it’s meant to be, so I suggest you stop being skeptical.”

Ash flattened her ears and whined, tilting her head back to show Journey her throat in submission. With a last growl, she stepped back, letting the younger wolf scramble to her feet.

As Journey turned around, she saw Alpha looking at her, a glow in his eyes. He gave her a nod, then nodded Pebble and Quickfish forward to eat. He then gestured for Journey to stand by his side.

“Well done, defending our ancestors,” he said approvingly. “I suppose I can’t expect anything less of Ash and Crevice; they’re only half-borns.”

That was true; the two, along with Poplar, had been brought to the pack when they were young, given to them by a beautiful glossy brown-and-white sheepdog named Sally. She had explained that the pups’ father was a wolf, and that Sally couldn’t take care of herself, much less three puppies. So Alpha had been merciful enough to take the puppies and raise them as part of the pack.

“I suppose,” Journey said, sitting down and watching as her pack members ate their fill. “But you’d think that they’ve been in the pack long enough to know our traditions.”

“Some never learn.” As the rest of the wolves stepped back from the elk, finished with their meal, Alpha flicked his tail, gesturing Journey forward. “Eat with me.”

Journey looked at him in surprise for a moment, before stepping forward beside him, crouching and tearing into their prey’s flesh, swallowing mouthfuls of glorious warm meat.

Once they all finished, each of them tore off a chunk of flesh, taking another large mouthful, carrying it back to camp for the others, who were waiting for the hunters to return. They left the rest of the carcass for the ravens and coyotes who scavenged in the night. Journey bounded ahead of the others, following the familiar track back to their camp. She loved the feeling of the wind as it hissed through her fur, folding her ears down. She was the fastest wolf in the pack; Alpha had told her personally.

Journey bounded into the clearing surrounded by protective oak trees. She stopped as she stepped out of the trees, lying her strip of flesh on the cool grass in front of her.

The sun was beginning to sink behind the trees, casting warm shafts of golden light and illuminating the clearing in gentle light. It set Journey’s white pelt ablaze, and she felt rather awkward as the rest of her pack arrived in the clearing, their darker fur only being dappled by the light.

All of the other wolves were gone; it made Journey worried at first, until Daybreak, one of her closest friends, poked her dark brown head out of the den hidden underneath the flat boulders in the center of the clearing, opening hidden by the shadows of the rocks.

“Good, you’re back,” she said, relief washing through her warm amber eyes. “Beta’s having her pups!”

Red memories (an abberation story)

(Prologue)

Lunar was walking down the path to the red zone with his karkinos, Shell, looking for red gems and he suddenly heard a rumbling and and he realized an earthquake had started! He was able to stay relatively still because shell had great balance due to his many legs, but his shinehorn, wolf, had been flung off his shoulder when shell had almost fallen. Lunar quickly jumped off of his crab and ran toward the edge of the chasm, and he realized with despair that wolf had fallen into the red zone and seekers were already flapping frantically towards what would be their first light pet kill in days, since the massacre when a tribe had raided lunars quiet hut in the blue zone with seekers and stolen all of his tames except for his rock drake, amethyst, and shell, when He had gotten home, he sat there , stunned by the loss of his home and friends. He ran in and checked on the light pet floor, and realized there was a sign and one shinehorn left, the sign told him if he wanted his sister, raven, who had also been kidnapped he had too go to the coords and drop all of his gear. He knew it would be a trap but he went anyway, when he got there he got off of Amethyst and started to walk into the cave but quickly realized he had been trapped as two men in hazmat suits had collapsed the tunnel behind him. “They must have been hidden” lunar thought as he surveyed his surroundings and he realized he had nowhere to go, the cave was a dead end and it had some weird plant. A noise made Lunar turn around and see that the attackers had dug out the hole but had made sure that he could not get out, and he saw raven slowly being lowered towards the liquid element lake! lunar started to scream at the attackers, lunar didn’t know what the liquid element would do, but soon he would find out. Lunar turned around again to see what he could use to get out, and he saw the plant again but this time it was glowing. Lunar went over and decided he would touch it. He knew most plants in the hollow world were dangerous, but he had a feeling this plant was different. He walked around to the back of the plant and saw through the hole in the rock that raven was close to the liquid element, he wanted to go help her but the pull of the weird plant was stronger than his desire to help his sister, and just as lunar placed his hand on the plant ravens foot touched the odd purple water. There was a huge flash of white light and screaming.

Lunar woke up and wondered how long he had been asleep, and then he saw where he was. In a rock drake nest, and there were two other eggs beside him.

I don’t care about ups, I just hope you like the story, for questions and comments go just use a code 5693 and hope I see it

This room a while to make and chapter one will be out soon

Lunar DFŁ

Nah, the Gators couldn't care less. They've given up their days of chasing trespassers through the castle and have formed a reptilian democracy (with Gator Loki running for President of course, though we'll see how that goes). I let them thrive in their new society, and in return, I get to throw dissenters to them for lunch now and again.

~CL1