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Hi. My names K I B A .. I'm a female black wolf 105 L B S. Red // brown eyes.
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I'm sorry. i have been gone
8 years ago
He had to pay. The ones he killed suffered greatly. He was directly responsible for the death of them both. Or was it my fault? Maybe it was me. I DID watch them burn. I watched as the flesh melted away from bone. I heard them both cry out. The pain they must have felt... Eyes, black holes full of pus. Now empty. Nothing maggots would touch.
Anyways, it didn't matter anymore.
I was intrigued by his "style". Or, well more like his shirt. ;) The CLEAN, WHITE, silky material in particular. It stood out in contrast to his sweaty dirty skin, and his long slightly matted black hair. Fuck! How damned spectacular that shirt would look covered in his own blood. I flirted. So pathetic. " This one would be easy!" Well what I meant was
I would have no regrets.
I locked the metal door. A cement pit with nothing but a small steel barred window, a small cement bench, and the dead. Both of us alone. In the middle of nowhere. Ohhhh, how he cried and cried. "Why do you cry so dammed much?!" I shouted at him. No response.
Did he cry for the ones that he hurt? Or was it me? Maybe I had cried? They COULD have been my tears. Did I cry for the ones I have hurt?
I did not taste any tears... But they should have been mine. My tears, my blood, my poison, my pain.
After a while he had become so desperate for nutrition. Of course without food the body begins to shut down. You look for anything to sustain yourself.
I found him sucking on the remains of the dead. Chewing desperately on the dry brittle bone. " I am sorry, those bones will do you no good. Please put them down. You make my insides turn." I no longer found him even slightly attractive.
He picked up a skull. He licked the empty socket that used to contain the man's right eye. My jaw dropped.
I remember that eye, clear as day. I would never forget.
Though of course i watched them as they burned. Beautiful blue eyes, turned hollow. Pus to follow. Nothing but empty black holes they have turned.
He cried yet again.
He had been good. He begged to leave. It was his time, and he had waited so long.
He stretched his fingers out of the only window in this dreary, unholy place. His finger tips then removed. By the 1st digits. How sweet they bled.
I watched him bleed. I watched as he continuously repeated his pathetic attempts to remove the sturdy steel bars from the small moss covered window. Poor guy. I cried out for him.
I just wanted out. I had been so dammed good. I looked down at my blood stained white shirt. "I will surely starve to death in this place." I said to him. And he cried yet again.
I bent down, sticking my face directly into his. I needed to reassure him. He was in so much pain. "You will be safe. I promise you. You will never have to leave this place. I promise you. You will never hurt again." I no longer cried. Everybody is safe. I stayed in my cement cell.
I am scared. I have been gone for so long
Anyways, it didn't matter anymore.
I was intrigued by his "style". Or, well more like his shirt. ;) The CLEAN, WHITE, silky material in particular. It stood out in contrast to his sweaty dirty skin, and his long slightly matted black hair. Fuck! How damned spectacular that shirt would look covered in his own blood. I flirted. So pathetic. " This one would be easy!" Well what I meant was
I would have no regrets.
I locked the metal door. A cement pit with nothing but a small steel barred window, a small cement bench, and the dead. Both of us alone. In the middle of nowhere. Ohhhh, how he cried and cried. "Why do you cry so dammed much?!" I shouted at him. No response.
Did he cry for the ones that he hurt? Or was it me? Maybe I had cried? They COULD have been my tears. Did I cry for the ones I have hurt?
I did not taste any tears... But they should have been mine. My tears, my blood, my poison, my pain.
After a while he had become so desperate for nutrition. Of course without food the body begins to shut down. You look for anything to sustain yourself.
I found him sucking on the remains of the dead. Chewing desperately on the dry brittle bone. " I am sorry, those bones will do you no good. Please put them down. You make my insides turn." I no longer found him even slightly attractive.
He picked up a skull. He licked the empty socket that used to contain the man's right eye. My jaw dropped.
I remember that eye, clear as day. I would never forget.
Though of course i watched them as they burned. Beautiful blue eyes, turned hollow. Pus to follow. Nothing but empty black holes they have turned.
He cried yet again.
He had been good. He begged to leave. It was his time, and he had waited so long.
He stretched his fingers out of the only window in this dreary, unholy place. His finger tips then removed. By the 1st digits. How sweet they bled.
I watched him bleed. I watched as he continuously repeated his pathetic attempts to remove the sturdy steel bars from the small moss covered window. Poor guy. I cried out for him.
I just wanted out. I had been so dammed good. I looked down at my blood stained white shirt. "I will surely starve to death in this place." I said to him. And he cried yet again.
I bent down, sticking my face directly into his. I needed to reassure him. He was in so much pain. "You will be safe. I promise you. You will never have to leave this place. I promise you. You will never hurt again." I no longer cried. Everybody is safe. I stayed in my cement cell.
I am scared. I have been gone for so long
Lyute