Date Posted:18:29:59 10/15/03 Wed Author: Darkmoon Subject: loving evil
Darkmoon trots over to the pond, passing other wolves with thier mates. She cautiously looks about with her wary gold-blue eyes, then takes a drink from the pond, staring at the face that looks back at her. Her face is marked with a few scars, one over her eye, across her nose, and a jagged one across her cheek. She looks away in disgust. They are souvineirs of battles with the wolves of her pack, who exiled her. Memory flared;"you are an evil one!" the yelled as she ran away from the den site. "Your mother should've let you die!" They were right, she was an evil wolf, with a pure black coat and those cold gold-blue eyes. The scars just added to the frightning figure. *who could love a horrible, evil female like me?* the once confident and rugged Darkmoon thought. "who?" she said aloud, causing the other wolved to look up curiously, "Who will love me?!"
