Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been дана too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing Ты to jump, and some part of Ты secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.
She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted by the waves.
Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not what she had once been: human.
She slipped her shoes off and allowed the water to lap at her toes. She glanced down. Her reflection had not changed since she had first become Aware. The earliest memory she had was blinding light, the first thing she had seen as a vampire, the first thing she remembered.
She was pale, but as was all of her kind. Nothing unusual there. Her ice blue catlike eyes blinked back at her. Again, nothing unusual, all Вампиры had the eyes of a cat. The vertical slits of her pupils dilated in the poor light.
She played with the end of her long, dark plait. She had refused to cut it, even though it came down her back and irritated her while she was hunting. For some unfathomable reason, it was important, almost as if she'd promised she wouldn't.
Her gaze touched the very edge of the horizon, the deep blue that seemed almost translucent.
Everything that physically exists leaves a trace of some kind, she mused. She looked back at the footprints in the sand. Maybe she should not exist, but through a twist of fate, she did, as well as the painful truth that creatures of the night did.
She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted by the waves.
Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not what she had once been: human.
She slipped her shoes off and allowed the water to lap at her toes. She glanced down. Her reflection had not changed since she had first become Aware. The earliest memory she had was blinding light, the first thing she had seen as a vampire, the first thing she remembered.
She was pale, but as was all of her kind. Nothing unusual there. Her ice blue catlike eyes blinked back at her. Again, nothing unusual, all Вампиры had the eyes of a cat. The vertical slits of her pupils dilated in the poor light.
She played with the end of her long, dark plait. She had refused to cut it, even though it came down her back and irritated her while she was hunting. For some unfathomable reason, it was important, almost as if she'd promised she wouldn't.
Her gaze touched the very edge of the horizon, the deep blue that seemed almost translucent.
Everything that physically exists leaves a trace of some kind, she mused. She looked back at the footprints in the sand. Maybe she should not exist, but through a twist of fate, she did, as well as the painful truth that creatures of the night did.
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap
Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock
One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat
Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps
Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere
Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As Ты bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes вперед the mind and body of an individual changes for either good или bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years назад by a wise old man that fortold my future. He сказал(-а) "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the день my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some день I hope his сердце gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the день my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some день I hope his сердце gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
