{Tara pov on this one. The last I ilitumwa was about Devin. IF wewe remember}
I wasn't always this way. I didn't always think about killing myself when things went wrong. Not until I got the worst shock of my life. The image is so clear in my mind after all these years that I can still taste the smoke in my nostrils and see the moto behind my eyes. I've lied about my past, about who my family was. But if things got out, I was scared to loose zaidi than I had. But now I have nothing else to loose.
So let me take wewe to the night my life became expendable and the dakika I realized how utterly Lost I have always been. This is not a pity story. This isn't a desperate attempt to be heard. This is my story and I can only say that I wish it weren't true.
The moon was full, just like in those stories. It was an amber moon, the kind wewe see in summer. It was darker inside than out. But back then I wasn't scared of the dark. There was a strange instrument playing. I took little notice considering where I lived. But the muziki was something special. It gave me the strange feeling of dreaming. And in a way, I guess I was. I could see things but it was all blurred as if I were moving to fast for the world. Pictures lured into my head crossed my vision. And then I was watching as the most gorgeous looking guy I ever saw came towards me. I should have been scared witless. I didn't know him and he looked...otherworldly. Then he spoke to me softly, saying something about how his “princess returned to him at last”. If I was in my right mind I would have argued. But I couldn't. I was too hypnotized kwa the sound of the muziki and the look in his eyes. Then, strange as it sounds, I fell asleep. At least I thought I was asleep.
I awoke to the sound of panic and chaos. Smoke assailed my senses and then I could see again. What was around me made my moyo stop beating. moto was everywhere. Bodies lay at my feet and blood dripped from my hands. I heard sirens outside as well as screams and shouts. Someone was walking around and I dropped to the floor. I didn't care about the moto blazing around me au the house falling down even as people looked for survivors. I stayed on the ground inayofuata to my family and wished I could jiunge them in eternal peace.
My instinct must have placed a shield around me for inayofuata I knew, I was alone in the night as the freezing cold became a sheer contrast to the blazing heat of hours before. The moon was still alive but just barely. I was satisfied to lay where I was. But someone pulled me to my feet. I stared into his face as the memory of the night overwhelmed me. I didn't even know I was being held till I looked down. His touch burned me and yet I couldn't songesha myself away. His words were meant to soothe and soothe they did. It didn't matter that I was the cause of my family's destruction. Someone stirred a feeling deep within me. It would be sometime before I knew the reason behind Kuran's sweet words and his gentle touches. And it would be my own destruction.
I wasn't always this way. I didn't always think about killing myself when things went wrong. Not until I got the worst shock of my life. The image is so clear in my mind after all these years that I can still taste the smoke in my nostrils and see the moto behind my eyes. I've lied about my past, about who my family was. But if things got out, I was scared to loose zaidi than I had. But now I have nothing else to loose.
So let me take wewe to the night my life became expendable and the dakika I realized how utterly Lost I have always been. This is not a pity story. This isn't a desperate attempt to be heard. This is my story and I can only say that I wish it weren't true.
The moon was full, just like in those stories. It was an amber moon, the kind wewe see in summer. It was darker inside than out. But back then I wasn't scared of the dark. There was a strange instrument playing. I took little notice considering where I lived. But the muziki was something special. It gave me the strange feeling of dreaming. And in a way, I guess I was. I could see things but it was all blurred as if I were moving to fast for the world. Pictures lured into my head crossed my vision. And then I was watching as the most gorgeous looking guy I ever saw came towards me. I should have been scared witless. I didn't know him and he looked...otherworldly. Then he spoke to me softly, saying something about how his “princess returned to him at last”. If I was in my right mind I would have argued. But I couldn't. I was too hypnotized kwa the sound of the muziki and the look in his eyes. Then, strange as it sounds, I fell asleep. At least I thought I was asleep.
I awoke to the sound of panic and chaos. Smoke assailed my senses and then I could see again. What was around me made my moyo stop beating. moto was everywhere. Bodies lay at my feet and blood dripped from my hands. I heard sirens outside as well as screams and shouts. Someone was walking around and I dropped to the floor. I didn't care about the moto blazing around me au the house falling down even as people looked for survivors. I stayed on the ground inayofuata to my family and wished I could jiunge them in eternal peace.
My instinct must have placed a shield around me for inayofuata I knew, I was alone in the night as the freezing cold became a sheer contrast to the blazing heat of hours before. The moon was still alive but just barely. I was satisfied to lay where I was. But someone pulled me to my feet. I stared into his face as the memory of the night overwhelmed me. I didn't even know I was being held till I looked down. His touch burned me and yet I couldn't songesha myself away. His words were meant to soothe and soothe they did. It didn't matter that I was the cause of my family's destruction. Someone stirred a feeling deep within me. It would be sometime before I knew the reason behind Kuran's sweet words and his gentle touches. And it would be my own destruction.
Don't give her sharp things
Don't give her zaidi than one cookie at a time
If wewe value your life and the life of others, don't make her cry
Do not make her angry
Do not bribe her
Do NOT eat kuki, vidakuzi from her
No giving her wax/plastic/toy food. She will eat it
Don't take her from Scott without his permission (unless you're Terror)
Do not exaggerate au use figures of speech
Do not take and/or play with/dirty her Scotty dog
Do NOT give her rope unless it's thin yarn
Do not wake her up when she is sleeping
No taunting
Don't hurt her feelings au make her feel childish
Never let her in the infirmary unless she is harmed
Do not EVER scare her
Outsiders
Guardians (Dylan's four)
Resistance
Notte (Dylan)
Teague
Aria (Devin)
Shade
Midnight
Speed (Erin)
Sylver
Serepta
So those are the main ones I use zaidi than the others. And then here's who is added to that orodha due to hivi karibuni bio creations. And I'll post pics of these guys. wewe may remember them.
Yuki
Jon
Irra
Mizore
ArchAngel
Puck
Jackson
Aroan
Reyna
So any other Ocs wewe remember au have read a bio on, message me. I may have forgotten them au why they are important. So yeah. That's th list. Thanks for kusoma the update.