I haven't roleplayed or written anything in a long time and decided to put my intro post on here, what do you guys think? I don't like it, not enough detail...here we go...

-I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight-

One year.
I have one year to make a successful pack...
Maryah Grey, a pure blooded werewolf known as Wind to others of their kind, was walking slowley back and forth. The fadding sun light left a chill in the air that tried to raise her fur, but to no avail. The forest was thick, dark, and endless...The den was a cave cut deep down into the core of the mountain, and she paced at the opening where a large clearing overlooked the small town below.
The mountain was colder than the valley below, and this small cavern was perfect for a den where the pack could hide if they ever needed to band together. But for what? There was no pack...

-Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.-

"You think you can prove to us that you can handle a territory and create a pack? You think it's so easy." Her father had claimed, his fangs barred at their previous argument. His cola black hackles raised in anger. She felt her lips quiver in a silent attempt not to snarl at her leader. She had grown cocky, arrogant with her pride of being pure blooded and the daughter of leaders. So they handed down to her their smallest peice of land, Bayville, and told her to make a sucessful pack. They were not allowed to help her.

-Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"-

Hecter followed her of course. He was a cocky trouble maker who was constantly getting nipped and bitten by the elders. He was older than she, but he followed her and offered to help make a pack.
"C'mon...it takes two to tango." He replied, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling their pelvis' together.
"I rather not." She denied and he shrugged, running his fingers through his messy black locks of hair. He didn't want to be leader, but he knew he'd get to have his own way under her authority instead of becoming the omega for their old pack because of how annoying he became to the leaders.
He also had plenty of female humans to play with...

-Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.-

Wind never had a mate, or even a crush. She had yet to experience love and devotion. She snorted at the idea. She didn't beleive in it, the way two could come together and do anything for each other...
If it hadn't yet happoned to her, then it wasn't true. And if it did, she told herself that the approaching male just wanted to be leader, or just wanted a good fuck.
In all reality, she was just lonely.

-Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.-

She took a deep breath and felt the moon rise. Her claws flexed in the dirt, leaving little scratches in the soft earth. She let her tail sway back and forth as she watched the stars start to twinkle to life. Her brown eyes were liquid dark, like a murky lake. It wasn't pretty, and she wasn't beautiful. She was an average female. She was tall, had a brown pelt with a red tint in the light, and was now alone...

-Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.-

Bayville was a small human town that part of her family had watched as a far border. But now it was hers, and soon any male tough enough to disrespect her and beat her down could take it.
Her father knew that, and she knew that. She was a fighter, but she wasn't strong. She needed someone to help her other than Hecter. He wasn't dependable, and neither was her old family...

-Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...-

The song ended and the final notes echoed from the edge of the cliff. Several yards down, at the edge of the valley, was a parked car where the song was played on the radio. It was on low, but to her, it was blasting. She liked to listen to the music, rather than the every day life of the humans with her sensitive hearing.
The radio was turned down again and passionate love was starting to be made. She laid her ears flat and exhauled, turning on her delicate pawpads and padded down the hill in the opposite direction of the teens. She was safe enough to walk the mountain forests in her true form without disruption from the humans. No human should be up here during the night, and if so she'd hear them or smell them from miles away, and Hecter was probably already asleep near the auto shop, if not, he was with a female human somewhere...

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College Bound Comic: Double D's series.
Inspired by  scootwhookos and irracotto  cripticwolf to make a continuous set of characters that ARE NOT FROM MY NOVELS. Comic strips of funny things at college whith Truitt, Travis, Austin, and I. We are trying to get Truitt's and Travis's to work.

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2) College is hard...but fun and I'm passing.
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