The cerebral cortex of my cranial cavity suffocates upon an ovarian discrepancy
Feminine homosapiens eradicate logical processes central to sanity
I have acquired emotional diarrhea orthogonal to rationality
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My Physics teacher spoke today about writing paragraphs using the biggest words you can and such.
So I ranted about PMS in a rhyme that would confuse small children. Awesomesauce, no?
-gets down to business-
LET'S.
GETDOWNTOBUUUSINESS.
TODEFEAT.
THEHUUUUUNS.
-hit in face-
The Forest is the most creative, bright, and accepting community I've ever been introduced to. Everyone's got something great to say and it makes me feel fantastic when someone actually considers my ideas good. No one's putting anyone else down, and we can build on each others' ideas to make great points and new insight. And every time someone's down, there's always a member who appears in the nick of time to cheer them up. At the oekaki I'm familiar with, it's just disjointed comments and vague humor. On all of the petsites I've joined, it's simply too big to get any sort of personal. I love this place because we're like some wierd gypsy family who always supports each other. No matter how many times we get in fights, or start drama, there's always someone to cool it off or bring us down off of our high horses. All in all, it's a fantastic place we got here. No need to get so down. c:
-done- lol but srsly I felt the need to cheer at least somebody up.
"Run, Coro! Run!", the father elk cried. The three deer moved swiftly, their legs already beginning to ache. The father, Mica, listened as the feet behind them were gaining ground. "Where were the others?", Oliva, the doe, questioned. "They already knew, they had moved on without us.", Mica replied. "Dad, I can't...", Coro, the fawn began when Mica interrupted him, "No, son! There is no stopping!"
Behind them were three lionesses, a small group that hunted on their own. Jaclyn, the leader, was a golden lioness and a natural decision-maker. The other two, Dominique and Artemis, had grey pelts and followed close behind.
Mica stopped and looked back, "There's no other option. I'll hold them off.", he said. "Mica, no...", Oliva began, but the elk nudged her, "Don't worry about me. Now go." "Dad...", Coro began to say. Mica smiled at him, "Go on, my son. Go and live." The mother and son turned and ran, both looking back one last time at their Mica.
The stag turned and charged at the lionesses. He lowered his head by the time they were in reach, connecting with Dominique and throwing her into a tree. Artemis leapt back, pouncing at him, but the stag was too fast for her, and he rammed into the mid-air lion and forced her to the ground.
Jaclyn had snuck behind the elk and pounced on him, biting at his back. The other two regained their breath and joined in, bringing the deer to his knees. They backed off, and Jaclyn stood before him. "Leave my herd alone...", Mica spat, but the lioness laughed, "When will you ever learn? The lion always gets the deer. Your kind belong to us." "Let's go get the two weak ones.", Dominique began, but Artemis shook her head, "No need. We have enough to eat here."
Mercutio lay on the ground, staring up at his beloved friend. He tried to speak, but couldn't say any more. The others scattered around him, staring down at him, laughing. They thought he was only joking. What fools they were! Mercutio whimpered slightly to Romeo, clutching his wet white cloth to his chest. All faded to black, the sound of the crowds laughter trailing behind...
"make him pay, my friend, Make Him-!"
Mercutio's head shot up, blinded by the sudden light. He felt something weighing down his head, but what? He drowsily looked around, his mind aclutter from confusion.
He discovered he was near a body of water, and looked down at his reflection.
".... Madness!" He shouted, and instantly pulled in his lips in surprise. His voice was much lower than he remembered. He reluctantly looked down at his reflection again, this time, studying his features.
He was a stag, of all things! This is what afterlife was? He shook his head. No, merely one more life. He sighed, and went into details. He had a tan coat, with a red stripe squiggling down both sides. His antlers were a shiny gold, and shaped like trumpets.
But his eyes were what intrigued him the most. Black all around, with only white pupils. They definitely weren't normal eyes. It gave him an air of mischievousness. The look of a sly, witty character. And that's exactly what he was.
Something lay next to him. A decorated, smiling mask. "Is this to be mine?" He searched around, looking for any other deer that the mask might belong to. But no one was there. Only distant others playing in the shallows. "I suppose this has been bestowed upon me... By who? No doubt, a higher power..."
Mercutio maneuvered the mask onto his face and looked down once more. Although strange, he liked it. It seemed to tie the rest of his looks together. It even made his eyes look normal.
