Post by INISHKA on Nov 5, 2014 23:33:49 GMT
Wow, Spooky really does stuff? YEP, and you can use it if you just ask! Or you could go onto Adoxgraphy and find Neverland. But some things have been re-purposed so you won't find the exact thing there.
the black and white border collie walked a lonely road though the place he knew so well called the high rock. the fleeting glances he would get from any others who wandered these lands were rather menaces. or so it seemed to him. even the little critters that were just beginning to burrow back into the ground for the night seemed to have something against him!
or was he just going crazy? after all, he had been named "the mad hatter."
his amber eyes were shone brightly in the approaching darkness, body continuing to heave itself forward through the rocky terrain. his paws ached from the sharp rocks below them -- something he had not encountered in a long while.
his memories seemed fractured and his mind could not keep on the same subject, for whatever reason. his vision seemed blurred and it seemed like the colors were fading from his eyes... as if the entire world was being extremely desaturated. But, most of all, he felt as if he was outside of his body and watching himself -- a puppet -- act on a stage that was in no way real.
He felt lost and alone. He needed company... He needed someone to spout his problems to and spill their condolences for him. He needed someone who could help him feel, help him love, and help him, rather simply, be. That's all he wanted; all Hatter wanted in life was to be himself, not a puppet to be controlled by others.
These thoughts raged through his mind as he moved across the territory, pace faltering occasionally as he was drawn deeper and deeper into thought about his problems. What he truly needed to think about was what way the war would go. He was just barely of omnipotence and all he could think about was how he felt of a puppet? Pathetic!
With that thought, it was almost as if another voice had approached inside of his head. At that moment, Hatter knew he was going insane. Or was he?
No, he shook his head, attempting to literally shake the thoughts from his head.
As he did, the caw of a crow reached his ears and brought him back as his head rose to the sky to see a dark figure skittering off to the horizon and over the main feature of this land.
a spider's web of tangled lives ;;
the black and white border collie walked a lonely road though the place he knew so well called the high rock. the fleeting glances he would get from any others who wandered these lands were rather menaces. or so it seemed to him. even the little critters that were just beginning to burrow back into the ground for the night seemed to have something against him!
or was he just going crazy? after all, he had been named "the mad hatter."
his amber eyes were shone brightly in the approaching darkness, body continuing to heave itself forward through the rocky terrain. his paws ached from the sharp rocks below them -- something he had not encountered in a long while.
his memories seemed fractured and his mind could not keep on the same subject, for whatever reason. his vision seemed blurred and it seemed like the colors were fading from his eyes... as if the entire world was being extremely desaturated. But, most of all, he felt as if he was outside of his body and watching himself -- a puppet -- act on a stage that was in no way real.
He felt lost and alone. He needed company... He needed someone to spout his problems to and spill their condolences for him. He needed someone who could help him feel, help him love, and help him, rather simply, be. That's all he wanted; all Hatter wanted in life was to be himself, not a puppet to be controlled by others.
These thoughts raged through his mind as he moved across the territory, pace faltering occasionally as he was drawn deeper and deeper into thought about his problems. What he truly needed to think about was what way the war would go. He was just barely of omnipotence and all he could think about was how he felt of a puppet? Pathetic!
With that thought, it was almost as if another voice had approached inside of his head. At that moment, Hatter knew he was going insane. Or was he?
No, he shook his head, attempting to literally shake the thoughts from his head.
As he did, the caw of a crow reached his ears and brought him back as his head rose to the sky to see a dark figure skittering off to the horizon and over the main feature of this land.
405. tags are fun.
