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.:::Full Blood:::.chpt 3Drama, no this is more than a cat fight, its a war!
Ever since that day things have been a little different, Yami and I have been talking to each other and he even enjoys having a real conversation. Somehow school for him wouldnt start until a week later so for now we had time for each other. However, I still had this sensation of being his dog and I was cool with that, it didnt bother me being his dog or friend either way. All I ever wanted was to be with him and that he would be happy too. Two days later after our first day in L.A, Gunter called us up for an update on the whole case they were involve and that we are now involve in.
Alright listen up, rookie pay attention. Now as you know we are a secret organization called Full Blood and we are here to bring down Wolf Eye and more importantly find out his plans as he intends to use this amulet he says as he shows a picture of a necklace with a gold curvy cross and in the middle some red glistening gem th
.:::Full Blood:::.chpt 2The jig is up!
On the day of Yamis graduation, he was invited to attend a party the school was hosting and so he went. Secretly I kept a close eye on him in case he would get into another fight. As 5am came the graduates began to leave and Yami came out of the gates to see me fast asleep in the exit, he woke me up and told me that we were going home. I was his little rascal and angel, somehow it felt good when he said it for it made me feel good and important to him. He didnt have a ride but surely he had me and I knew that he felt safe with me since I always got him out of trouble. Before we could arrive home, Yami went to a open store where he bought a nice juicy raw stake, being a dog it didnt bother me that it was raw. It was his way of saying thank you and it was sweet of him to do so. Getting home he went directly to bed as I lay by his side. He began to caress my fur and ear; it felt so good to tell you the truth. Somehow he made me feel as if everything will b
.:::Full Blood:::.chpt 1My Tale
I remember, the day I met him and the day I left my family. His eyes melted into mine and it made me feel warm. I felt safe, as if I was finally home and I was happy. After that I kept that secret from him, I dont want to be alone, I want to be with you forever and ever, until death depart us. Its silly when I think about it because we arent even married, he is a boy and I-I'm just a mere dog with a secret to hide from. It doesnt matter to me as long as we are together, just him and me.
Hey Yami, you want to go to my party tonight. Id be glad if you could come says a girl who hands him an invitation. I was standing right beside him like any other loyal dog; to him I was his little rascal, so what do you say? she asks again smiling at him.
He stares at the card for a while and then looks at me. All I could do is give him my little doggy look. He apologizes to the girl for not being able to go to her party but wishes he
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The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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