August 16, 2010 - 5:00am — Alphafrost
Oh, how she cried. She lay there, broken and torn. Nothing in the world could save her. her instinct was to hide, to flee. But no, she would face this pain. And the pain from others.
Sir, please, I cry your pardon, I cry it to the stars!
Oh, but do you cry it to the earth? Do you cry it to the ground? To life, all around us? Do you think you are subtle at this? Oh, no. And it is your job To free this world of more fiends that grow up near us. Beauty is another word for death.
Sir, no, please!
Yes.
And with the sound of a bullet whistling gracefully through the air, another deer's life was vanished, as simply as a flame worn too thin to survive. Her bubble of life was popped, and she fell, broken once more, onto the earth from whence she came.
This is beautiful - and sad -
Poor deer. D:
Keep up the great work. : D
Seconds Snow
Thank yew.
Hitting you over the head
You’re bleeding
Boy you want more?
This is so like you I said
Put yourself on back to bed †