tell me where [the hell did the angels go]

[Racing]

The pity turns complacent
The fear gives it a rush
Nobody needs a hopeless romantic
Who never sleeps, and dreams too much

Aleksandra

The fear is unrepentant
That means there's nowhere to hide
So draw a breath, and kill my Judas
You'll never know until you come inside!

Ksan [Kah-san]

You are defeatist
Forsaken
A jewel in the crown of the sun

3

Never repeated, or taken
I wouldn't change a fucking thing that you've done

Wolf

Another weak contender
Another pound of the nails
The future lies in perfect condition
You can do it if you're built to fail!

Red

I only know solutions
I've never thought of the end
Someone else is closing the casket
Another hungry mouth to defend!

Tan ;; red ;; brown ;; black [mixture] [see here.]

You are defeated
Forbidden
A name at the top of the list

Green ;; shocking, vibrant, jade, emerald;;

Never related, or stricken
I wouldn't change a fucking thing about this

Fae

We are demeaning!
Forever!
A world that will never exist

I'm a fucking treasure. I am an amazing specimen of my species, a beautiful creature the likes of which you have never seen. I'm a rarity; my parents are dead, have been for a while now. I'm so rare, I don't even know any other Reds out there. So yeah, I'm a fucking treasure. You want me? You gotta earn me. You take me? Prepare yourself for a wild ride, bucko. I'm a fierce creature worthy of my fiery fur, and I'm violent and angry and will fight for every last breath in my lungs. I'm an original, the only one of my kind to my knowledge, and I rock these colors. I like to bleed. It turns me on, excites me, makes my heart beat louder and makes me feel alive. So, if you're looking to hurt me? Don't attack me physically. Won't turn out too well for you. As I like to bleed... I've been known to purposely harm myself from time to time, it's just a fact, there's nothing wrong with it. I have a lot of anger inside... So. Fuck. You.

Always repeating, or severed!
We wouldn't change a fucking thing about this!

My parents were two lone wolves, who met during mating season and just couldn't help themselves. Recognizing each other as rarities, they weren't thinking of children; they were thinking they weren't alone anymore. I came of that union, and oh, wouldn't I give everything to not be here anymore. My father left us as soon as he found out, and my mother chased after him immediately. Dragging me along until I was a yearling, old enough to fend for myself and I could leave her. She never did catch up-- forcers caught her, I found her body the next day. The irony behind that? I stumbled upon my father not a day's walk after. Dead, of course, swept by the forcer plague sweeping our nation. So... No, I don't care about my parentage. My legs are fur-less in places, covered in scars, but who are you to judge what I've been through? I've lived fine on my own for the past two years, never needed a man nor wanted one. So I've come to the oh so wonderful lands of the Blue Moon, and wow, I'm here to stay. Deal with it.

R U 486 ?

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A mixed color flew by the surface of the water, and I chased my reflection, my reflection chasing the moon. There was no point to doing anything else, after all, chasing shadows, dreams, and likenesses was the only cure to life. The moon fell, and the sun rose, nocturnal becoming diurnal in the blink of an eye. And my black paws kept tirelessly pounding the ground, pink tongue lolling out the side of my mouth in a mock play at joy, but was just exhaustion. But I wasn't about to stop, this was my point in life. To run, to run and be free and be happy and live, live because the point of life is to live. It took a long time, a lot of running and a lot of breathing, to get me where I am today.

Where is that, you ask? The Lands of The Blue Moon. I stand at the summit of a mountain, looking down into the lands and watching the tiny figures scurry like the ants I'm sure they were. A big black horse, a paint, a chestnut, two more blacks, others... And wolves. I could smell them from here, I swear, and immediately I recognize that again I am to be a rare treasure. Perfect, they will all desire me. They will all want me, just like they all really should. Oh, this is good, this is excellent. With any luck, there are no packs to hold me in their embraces... I hate packs. And other wolves. I prefer solidarity to family. I prefer running to friends. And yet, my green eyes sought out the pack-lands, and I watched the goings-on for a few minutes, heart squeezing painfully. I sat my red plumed tail into the dirt, leaned back on my haunches, flung my muzzle to the air and howled out my feelings.

- title credit Papa Roach, Where Did The Angels Go
-lyrics credit Stone Sour, Ru486
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