MyNameIsAdrien

There was a reason Howlpaw hated the night, hated the cold wind that blew on the volcano, hated leaf-bare in general. Even though the first time he saw snow should have been a joyous event, it only brought him dread for the freezing nights to come. But it wasn't just the cold that bothered him, as if it wasn't bad enough. Nor was it just the way others wool wrap their tails around themselves to keep warm, while he was left with a useless stub. No, it was the memories that ruined this season for him, the memories of the nursery at night. By the time he was old enough to be aware, he had refused to share the warmth of the other litters and the

WRONG It wasn't like she wasn't used to the scorn on people's face. It wasn't like she hadn't seen the confusion, then fear, then hatred, over and over on a thousand different faces, in a thousand different pairs of eyes. It wasn't like she hadn't become accustomed to the stares, the whispers, the ever-present fear of just possibly getting attacked for no understandable reason. It wasn't like she knew, whether it be at the forefront of her mind or in some tiny corner of it, that she would always, always be alone. No, those were all things that were normal for her, for anyone like her. All of the rare hybrids went through the same problems, t

Eris walks on stage, tossing her apple up into the air and catching it. She dresses like a punk teenager, her hair cut at a wild angle and died a dark blue. Black clothes and spikes complete the look. Looking out into the audience, she smirks, tossing her apple again before catching it with a swing. She has the strut of someone who's seen a lot, and doesn't give a shit. The is an  air of impatient waiting, but she drags on the silence, taking her time to wander the stage before sitting down on the wood and leaning back on her hands. It wasn't Paris, you know. There is pride in her voice. Like she has been waiting to declare a bad deed she d