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MA AppName: Aura
Height/Weight: 6'1" / 125lbs
DESCRIPTION OF HOW YOU LOOK LIKE: She wears a black shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers. She also likes to wear a black hoodie most of the time to keep her ears hidden. Her eyes are ice blue, she has black wolf ears and a black wolf tail, black claws and sharp wolf teeth. She has a light layer of black fur covering her body and a light layer of white fur on her face. She has a canine muzzle making her look like a wolf/human. Her body is average and fit, her legs are long and her hair is long and black. She has ice blue tribal markings on her face, arms, legs, chest, back, tail and wings. Her wingspan is 16 to 17 feet long and her wings are pure black.
Species/Mutation (in Percentage): 20% wolf / 2% raven / 78% human
Special abilities: she can heal minor injuries, can teleport small objects to certain distances, is very stealthy, can fight very well with any kind of weapon and can shoot a bolt of b
A New Beginning Ch. 2Ch. 2
The moon had risen high in the starry night sky, the cool breeze died down leaving everything still and calm. It was midnight and Aura had barely walked two miles; of course having to push her bike along did not help. She muttered curses to herself as she continued pushing her bike, thinking of how she would make Daviel regret touching her bike. It made her smile when she imagined Daviel suffering a slow and painful torture, hearing him begging for mercy and forgiveness.
Her thoughts were cut short when she heard a very loud and unusual howling. It sounded louder and scarier than a regular wolf's howl, sending a chill down her spine. Ignoring the howl she kept moving forward, focused and determined on returning home before her dad found her. Then she heard the howl again, only this time it sounded very close. Aura stopped and stood up straight, almost too afraid to look at her surroundings. She saw nothing but trees and the long field she had crossed. Regaining herself, she conti
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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