well its nice to meet you SIR ! { . zeo . }

[l i f e h o u s e .]

LIFEHOUSE
i must confess,
i feel like a monster

Cold winter winds slashed at my ivory coloured face without mercy. It was like I was in a battle, claws and teeth scratching me with the ferocity of tigers. The snow continued to blind me, as if warning me not to move along the path any further. I pulled each leg forward as if my life depended on it- and in fact, it did. I needed to reach shelter or I would freeze. Bi-hued depths glanced around where my paws had carried me. The Star Pool? Why was I here? Out of all of the places I had to come to the most respected out of all of the lands- the place that healers gathered every full moon. I didn't know how I knew this, I guess I dreamed the truth, but I did. Perhaps I had heard idle gossip in the past which stated that this place was sacred to all in packs. I didn't know if these rumors were true or not- I had been a loner all of my life and planned it to stay that way- so I couldn't be too sure. But I knew the way that the stars reflected from the midnight-blue sky that this place was one for all of the canines. I stopped slowly next to the pool of thick, black water and stupidly glared into it. I saw nothing special about the way the stars glittered all around me- below me and above- but still, I was in awe.

Smoke plumed from my maw as I breathed out. It was so cold that my heavy white pelt wasn't protecting me like it should. Since I was an arctic wolf, I came from some place with snow all year around, but even this weather was unbearable, even for me. As I cocked my head to one side, my reflection copied me in the same manner. I growled with annoyance, then suddenly, my thoughts flew back to my past. I was small, blind, and cold. I had no idea where I was. Where was my mom? What happened to my dad? Where my sisters all right? But then I scented something else- something that smelled like my mother and milk. Who was it? It wasn't my parents or my sisters? There is this warm breath on me... I opened my eyes, remembering the moment when a stranger entered my life. I still didn't know who had come to me when I was a few days old, but I rarely thought about it anymore. That was two years ago; why should it matter to me now? My whole family was dead.

I looked up at the deep purple sky, still thinking about my family. I knew that my mother didn't want puppies, and that she didn't expect them to come. She hadn't know she was due until it was too late. She didn't want my sisters and I, so she left with her mate. We were left to die. When I first opened my eyes, I knew that I wasn't loved. I was forced to hunt for myself and eat berries like some old rabbit. I didn't know why I still loved my parents even after they abandoned me and my siblings. Quietly shaking my head back and forth, I turned away from the sky and padded over to a scrawny ash tree. The storm had subsided and just left a few snowflakes drifting down to join the rest of them. My orange eye burned like a never-dieing fire, while my brown eye stared melancholy at the ground, silently waiting to die.

xoxo

Word Count: Unknown
Puppet: Lifehouse
Music: Paramore
OOC: For Zeo only. c: