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"Yellow, what- OK hold on. How are you talking" I say bewildered that this dog was talking to me.
Talking, as in human language.
"Dogs don't talk" I start listing many ways of how dogs cannot possibly speak, Auto just stares with blank eyes.
"Hm, you really don't know"? the muddied red dog said with a friendly gaze.
"Know what?? What is going on here"?? I shout, now I was starting to get frustrated/scared.
"I'm not talking your language. You're speaking mine". At that second the earth felt as if it had frozen in time, my realization of 'that feeling' was now even more fogged. I'm speaking... His tongue... My confusion had grown so much that all of this felt like a dream, a horrible realistic dream, my body had become so stiff that it felt as if I carried rocks for limbs instead of bones.
"How".
Auto didn't reply right away, he only looked away and laid his ears back as if the answer were that dreadful "Your telling of souls animal... that means its almost time for your first transformation....."
"But- I'm only 11 1/4" I nearly spat those words. I was frightened of the thought, I had no mentor or anyone to teach me how to turn. Hell, even what to do as a wolf.
"So, that won't stop it from coming" the red male said bluntly, at that moment I truly had no more words; now tears spoke for me.
"How do you know so much" I said sobbing trying to clean my face, the loyal dog started licking my away at the tears.
"I was once a human".
I stop cleaning my face "What" is all I could say, How much don't I know?! well it seemed like a lot. The seven year old 'dog' began to tell his tale of his human years.
"My first transformation was when I was only 9, yea to young I know. But you can't control the urge to turn into your nature... It's very painful the first time around, but second time it goes swiftly so you feel no pain, an from then on whenever you turn well no pain. So I loved being in my form, I use to stay in it from days on end and on some occasions I would even spend months in my form. What mentors or anyone never tell you is that if you spend most of your time or too much time in your form... well you'll never be able to turn back into your human form...." the shocking story made it all clear.
"Thats why your the smartest dog of the whole village... your actually human" I mumbled, eyes glued to the dog/human.
Auto started whining, his big bronze eyes glowed of sadness "No one knows but you... they all think that I went missing."
"What was your human name" I ask, I could tell that Auto was very sad by the way is warmth felt. Is my wolf nature really coming out ?.... I stare a the soft earthy ground, the neon green grass just fluttered silently in the wind with out a care in the world.
"Clay... I was... a-" Auto collapses onto my lap, I catch him and pull him close. The thorns, must have drawn some bloo- as I was feeling around on his stomach for any thorns or wounds, I notice that I could feel every single one of Auto's ribs.
I gently pick up the large light dog and begin to carry him to a safe destination "I'll care for you better than him, better than Kaly".
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OFW: The Telegram
Charlesville, Kingsland, Salos
29 June, 1918
The afternoon sun hid behind overcast clouds as it headed for the horizon. A light wind brought cool air in from the distant coast- as cool as it got this close to the outback. Even in “winter”, the temperature still stayed around the 50 degree mark.
All in all, it made for pretty good driving weather, Hank Arunta thought to himself. He was about halfway home from work, enjoying the lack of sun glare or blowing dirt in his open-air automobile. It was a short drive to his ranch house on the outskirts of town, but it gave him some time to reflect upon the world around him. It was nice.
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War Drums. A poem.
Do you believe that when a blue jay sings
and the body trembles,
that is a sign that someone important is coming?
War drums beat heavy,
lightening cracks as Sipikne whispers,
wisdom to the owl.
Fear shakes the painted body of a strong viro warrior,
as wisdom burns the skin of a pueblo wùuti.
Eototo brings seasons of fire and floods,
combining under a common plane.
Muuyaw,
the moon glistens in silence.
War drums beat heavily in their veins,
Taawa and Kuuyi meet as yat' siminoli,
unconquered people.
Both strong,
filled with shima and hope-
dancing for the same thing.
Their bodies twist in a ritual sacrifice,
dancing for
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four years old
the killdeer is dead.
my little girl cried for a week.
she cried for that noisy little
feather-devil, that god-forsaken
puppet.
that warmed-fleshed thing that
kept me up all night with it's
whining.
i loathed it's dependancy on me.
"i need food"
"i need water"
"i need love"
"mommy, make it stop"
(just shut up,
shut up,
please!)
i'll be honest with God,
she scares me.
that blonde haired,
brown eyed creature that i birthed.
she scares me with her gaze.
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Ok, so two chapters in one week, good. Sorry for the very short chapter, reason being is that I'm going to make chapter 7 long. I'll also try an make it for three chapters a week, hopefully I can do it. I suggest listening to "Sparrow by Miika mettiainen", thats what I was listenining too when I was writing
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i dont get it