InfoName: Skyshock
Species/Breed: Black Labrador Gender: Female Age: 7 Human Years Sexuality: Strait Mate: None Other: PersonalitySkyshock is a smart girl, never afraid to try new things. She comes off as being rude and coldhearted at first, and she is often closed with those she doesn't know. It is hard to get to know her, though she is very protective if you do befriend her.
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"Go away."
Skyshock winced a little inwardly at the harshness of her own voice, especially at the sight of the little mutt's ears flattened against his head. But she just gritted her teeth as the mutt slunk away, no doubt regretting his decision to ask her what she was doing with such a huge backpack.
It was a question that many would probably want to ask her, though most would be deterred by a single glare from her.
Sometimes, she was glad to have such a well-practiced glare. But on other occasions, she wondered if she was getting too good at chasing people away.
She wondered how others could stand to carry out whole, entire conversations dripping with such superficial politeness. A falsely caring "How are you?" followed by an overly enthusiastic "I'm great!" and then some boring discussion on the ever-terrible weather and the ever-confusing politics. She knew she would never be able to bring herself to care that much, to glow with such effusive warmth.
Better, perhaps, that she had scared the little mutt away.
It would have been fun to do this with someone else, though, she thought as she opened her backpack wide.
With a creak, she pushed open the window in front of her. Immediately, she felt the cool breeze ruffle her hair, and she squinted down at the road below. It looked so far down.
And also, so exciting.
She knew that she would never forgive herself if she did not try this out at least once.
And so she pulled the parachute out of the bag and strapped it to herself. Without a single backward glance or second thought, she leaped out of the window. In a moment, she felt herself free falling, and she laughed with giddy delight. The wind was a noisy roar in her ears and everything around was just a blur.
As she pulled the parachute open, she thought: this is what it means to be alive.
Alive, and alone, she thought too, but she pushed that naggy little thought out of her mind. She imagined it airborne and drifting, like dead leaves falling from a tree, and she cared not where it landed.
Written by Tar (#1249086)
Skyshock winced a little inwardly at the harshness of her own voice, especially at the sight of the little mutt's ears flattened against his head. But she just gritted her teeth as the mutt slunk away, no doubt regretting his decision to ask her what she was doing with such a huge backpack.
It was a question that many would probably want to ask her, though most would be deterred by a single glare from her.
Sometimes, she was glad to have such a well-practiced glare. But on other occasions, she wondered if she was getting too good at chasing people away.
She wondered how others could stand to carry out whole, entire conversations dripping with such superficial politeness. A falsely caring "How are you?" followed by an overly enthusiastic "I'm great!" and then some boring discussion on the ever-terrible weather and the ever-confusing politics. She knew she would never be able to bring herself to care that much, to glow with such effusive warmth.
Better, perhaps, that she had scared the little mutt away.
It would have been fun to do this with someone else, though, she thought as she opened her backpack wide.
With a creak, she pushed open the window in front of her. Immediately, she felt the cool breeze ruffle her hair, and she squinted down at the road below. It looked so far down.
And also, so exciting.
She knew that she would never forgive herself if she did not try this out at least once.
And so she pulled the parachute out of the bag and strapped it to herself. Without a single backward glance or second thought, she leaped out of the window. In a moment, she felt herself free falling, and she laughed with giddy delight. The wind was a noisy roar in her ears and everything around was just a blur.
As she pulled the parachute open, she thought: this is what it means to be alive.
Alive, and alone, she thought too, but she pushed that naggy little thought out of her mind. She imagined it airborne and drifting, like dead leaves falling from a tree, and she cared not where it landed.
Written by Tar (#1249086)