{Saxxon}[Breaking] .the. habit [open]

[Saxxon :K]

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again


I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused


I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again


I dont want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused


I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight


I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends


I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
to show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I’m breaking the habit
Tonight

A small dull and blood covered wolfette's light footsteps entered into the area. She spent some time finding this whole land, and sneaking around different packs. There were the goodies, the other goodies, and the awsome packs. Blood tainted the grounds, a purfume to her perspective. The area she chose was one of the cool packs. She didn't exactly know the name of it, she didn't really care, but she did decide to make it her residence. Merely a place that supplies food and a place to rest. She honestly could not ask for any more. She didn't intend to make any 'friends'. She hardly knew what it meant. She definalty wasn't looking for a mate, hell to the naw! And yes, she did put her best work aside for now, killing. Of course she was always open to exceptions.

The female approached the shore and sat down. She looked down upon her reflection. It was difficult to see due to the poorly taken care water, and her dark fur. She did see her eyes, and the blood all over her. Her large fangs hissed at herself. Reason? No idea. Though she did notice the crusted blood on her face. She always hated that for some reason. She closed her eyes and darkness erupted from her, making a little circle around her. Every where it touched, turned black. The plants instantly died and shriveled. This was merely a circle of protection, so no dumb wolf wont sneak up on her.

The female dipped her paw into the water, and raised it up to eye level. The water soaked up the blood and dripped a tint of red off of it. Her head tilted, she never did know her paws where a light brown. She shrugged and started washing her face. Though she couldn't see it, the blood off her face gave off more water blood mix and made a deep red pool. Well, while she's doing her buisness you'd beter know her name, right? Saxxon. Saxxon Bloodscratch.

[--> Susan{xoxo}]

Cerberus [The DEMON from H E L L]

Kill, my son. My power runs through your veins remember this. You posses great power – don’t abuse it!

Cerberus shook his head as he tried to get rid of the echo of his father’s voice that rung in his head. Cerberus frowned as he walked through the black land. He hated that his father and the devil could actually speak to him, know all his thoughts and feelings – and he could not do that too them. He turned his head up to the sky; he wanted to know what they really wanted from him. To kill is what they say, but they didn’t need him for that. There had to be a reason, but they just weren’t telling him. Cerberus grinded his teeth together, he hated being their pawn, doing whatever they wanted and he had no say upon it. They had their grip upon his soul and he must do whatever they wanted.

Cerberus’s father is a very famous one. He is the one and only Demon Dog the Guardian of Hell and Cerberus – his real name Cerberus II- was his loyal and faithful son. Cerberus snorted at the thought. He didn’t want to be like that. Truthfully Cerberus was more neutral then evil, but now, after so many years of them manipulating his every move and his every thought. Now Cerberus was a cold bloody murderer with only a thin line left of his sanity. He doesn’t enjoy murdering others, he finds it pathetic to murder those for no good reason, he doesn’t see the joy in it – but he has to act like he does – he cannot think about it or anything else – for they would know. They watch over him like a hawk, his barley had a piece in his life. Cerberus’s eyes turned as he looked at a river. His throat was dry and he smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he made his way over to the edge of the river. He lowered his head and took a sip of water, when he looked up he saw a female on the opposite side of the river, not too far away.

Kill her, my son!

“Shut up,” Cerberus muttered under his breath, but he was sure his father did not hear it. He lowered his head and kept on drinking pretending he did not hear his father’s order. He certainly hear about this later, but it wasn’t as if this was the only time he tried to refuse orders given to him.

[Saxxon :K]

Saxxon finished, and shook off any excesive water that was on her face. She stepped back from the bank of the lake and rose her head up. Instantly, a wolf across the river caught her attention. Her head tilted to the side, but she shook her head and stood up. The darkness, entering back inside her. She walked a few steps down the river into a little clearer water. She slowly lowered her head, not keeping an eye off this male. She slowly drank, cautiously. Things were so different with her now, she had to promise herself to not talk about her past. If she told anybody they might not let her in a pack or even kill or run her out of here. She sighed, she hated all the complicated stuff.