Thanks Bekah...New Blog...Three Template...PINK

Thanks Bekah-

Thank-you Bekah SO much! I love the three template! And the background! LOL!Thank you so much! I am following your blog!

Three Template-

I FINALLY got a three template! Yay me! And thanks Bekah!

New Blog-

I have a new blog! It is about shape-shifters! You join as a shape-shifter! I am the leader,Matt, here at this coven. My short form for shape-shifters is S-S.
Join today! Thanks!

www.shadows-of-nights.blogspot.com

PINK-

Tomorrow night,Wednesday, I am going to a LIVE concert to see PINK! I am not a HUGE fan, but she does all this cool trapeze stuff in the air! I like some of her songs. But it will be SO cool! Can't wait!

Go To My New Blog.... and Tribe!

Please go to my new blog! It is about me and Aladdin. The horse I take lessons on. Even though I wish he was REALLy mine!

The blog is called- Breathing With A Thoroughbred

Please go to it! Tell other people about it too!

http://thoroughbred-breath.blogspot.com/

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I have made a tribe! I would like it if you would all join! My tribe's name is Tribe of Swaying Meadows. My name is Raventeller. Short of Teller of the Mocking Raven.

It is like the Tribe of Rushing Water. Since we don't know much, I will have to make up ceremonies and what-not. I am used to making ceremonies because of Maplepack.

Please join!!!

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Should I post chapter one right now?
Not sure.......

Casey i was thinking, should we call it, Life of they unwanted cuz every one screams and runs from them since they are _____ and yea, so should we?

Horse Art!

Here is a picture that I drew for school. It's on my name tag. You can probably see a little bit, but I blurred out my name. It's a horse. I think it is pretty good too!

About Chapter One

Me and Casey are writing a story where we each do one chapter. I will be doing the first chapter. We have our own characters. For every odd number the character will be Mya. For every even number, the character will be Shiloh.

About Chapter One.~

Life couldnt suck more. When your foster parents die in a car crash, and drive off a bridge. Your boyfriend, the one you have liked since grade 2, dumps you for some stuck up head cheerleader. Your teacher thinks you need therapy, for crying in class alot. And your forced to live with your only bestfriend, Andrew.
17 year old Mya, has had a wonderful life untill 2 months ago. Mya has blue eyes and firey reddy orange hair. She has a stronge face bone sturture. Mya thinks she knows whats best, ALOT. But what she does not know about Andrew and his family, may change her life, FOREVER!

Coming Soon!

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School!

I have survived the jail! Both me and Miranda have! We are in the same class! But not with Sophia. I have no homework on my first day! We did like NOTHING! It was awesome! Even though I wanted a different teacher,this one is pretty cool. I guess. But he smokes. But it doesn't smell like it. But you can see that he does. His fingernails are a little yellow,same with his teeth. GROSS!  But I had a good day! I will say more stuff later!!!

School

School


A jail for kids where they teach you and keep

you confined to a small desk for 7 hours a day!

With tiny recess's!

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Tomorrow me and Miranda start school. We won't be able to post as much. We will be gone most of the day. 

10 months of school and 2 months of summer. Also. We are freaking out because we want to know what class we will be in! I hope I am with Miranda and my other friend Sophia! 

Wish us luck! I will try to post tomorrow about our first day of school!

60 minutes a hour, 7 hours a day, 5 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 10 months a year.

:::CASEY:::

Free Spirit

The Life of a 

Slaughter House Horse.
        

                                        

I nickered as my Master groomed me.He was old.But very gentle.Right now he was stiff.I loved him as he loved me.But my life changed for the worst.
                                        

I turned my head to look at my Master.He was grooming me gently.But then I felt him go stuff and jerk. Then he fell to the ground. I nickered my worry and nuzzled him. He didn't move. I felt no energy coming off him. He was in my stall almost all day. Until one of my other Matser's came. They came to my stall and saw my Master lying on the ground. My other Master half screamed. Then they ran away.
                                     

I soon heard a screaming noise. Then I saw a white truck pull up. People ran out. They came into my stall and took my Master away.I screamed. Wondereing where they were taking him. My other Master came in and lead me into a trailer. I pranced. Expecting to go to a show. My other Master drove for a while. Then we stopped. Other Master lead me out of the trailer and into a pen,where Other Master tacked me up and got on me. I heard a loud voice and saw a lot of people. Other Master pushed me into a smooth canter. I sprang into the arena and did a few circles.
                                                  

I saw a man watching me. But he wasn't watching my smooth beautiful movement's. He was watching the way my weight shifted back and forth. I showed the white's of my eyes to him and out my head,opened my mouth a little, in disgust.
                                              

Soon I was lead back into the pen. And that man came up to Other Master. He handed Other Master a lot of green things. The next thing i knew was that I was being led away by a complete stranger. I was loaded into a low ceiling trailer,with a lot of other horses. I pranced because I was nervous. The scent was horrible. But I was pushed into the trailer. Then  I heard the door close behind me. I screamed. I screamed for my real Master who would have never let this happen to me. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that this was all a dream.
                                            

I woke up to yelling and the sound of a whip cracking the air. I screamed as that whip smacked me and cut my flank. I bolted out of the trailer and into a small pen with about a dozen other scared horses. The smell was more horrid then it was in the trailer. The sound was horrid too. In the distance horses were screaming,and there was a faint bang. I rolled my eyes and tried to side-step. But I was too close to other horses. Then someone opened up the door. I bolted through,but found myslef bumping into another horse. The door was shut.
                                                      

The passage was very narrow. Only one horse could move at a time. I could hear the bang more clearly now. And the smell was fresh and revolting. I put my head down and tried to block everything out. I felt myself moving along. But I saw none of it. I only put my head up when  the ground changed from dirt, to concrete. I then found myself inside a building,with the scents even stronger then ever.
                                                

I walked along. The bang was easily heard. I panicked,but I had no where to run. I saw horses disappearing behind a metal door. That's when I heard the shot and realized what was going to happen.I started to scream and panic. But I could do nothing as I resisted going behind that metal door as something poked me. I finally ran in. The ground was horrible. It was.....red. I rolled my eyes and screamed.  
                                                                   

I heard someone beside me. I flicked my ears in that direction and realized it was a man. Holding something...

I turned my head to look at him. I again expected gentle,caring hands. I was wrong to look at him. For when I looked at him he out that thing to my forehead,and pulled a trigger. I fell to the ground. Writhing in pain. But I got up. Knowning that was my only choice. I kept moving me head. The pain was horrible. I started to forget why I was there. What was happening. I stopped moving.
                                                                   

The guy bent over again. I felt the cold metal of that thing on my head again. Everything came rushing back. I screamed again as he pulled the trigger. I fell to the ground,writhing in even more pain. I trashed my legs. Trying to stand up again. Trying to live. I tried as hard as I could. But I knew it was hopeless. I saw him bending down,one last time. He put the metal thing to my head,one last time. I screamed as he pulled the trigger. I screamed. I screamed my name.

                  


 Free Spirit

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That was the life of a Slaughter House Horse. Of course I made it up. But mostly everything of what I said is true. Of how they have to shoot the horse several times with something called a bolt gun. It is a horrifying process. The horses are scared and panicked. These horses should have been in loving homes. But a Slaughter House person buys them at horse auctions. Sometimes they even steal horses. It's a horrible thing to do. 

Here is a Little Bit about my Short Story "Ancient"!

There was a long howl as a new life slipped into the world. 

A single heart beat was heard. 

One.

One of an Ancient.

                                        
That is the prologue of Ancient. It is about a black wolf named Kolta. He has makings on his legs. Swirls that show he is one of the Ancient's.
                                                     
The Ancient's are the wolves that decreed the Wolf Law. They created it and honored it. If a wolf is born with those marks,then that means the Wolf Law is falling apart,and the Ancient One must rebuild it.

                                               
Civilization is moving into the Wolf Land. Making wolves vicious and out-spoken. The Night Track them. Watch them. It is the Night that is destroying the Wolf Law. Making it fall apart. Making wolves forget what they have been taught.
                                             
If an Ancient One is born,they are born marked,and pure white. Then they grow and turn pure black. That always happens. The mother dies giving birth to this pup. The mother always dies. The stress of giving birth to an Ancient One kills the mother. The pressure it puts on the mother trying to get this pup into the world. It is also needed for the mother to die. The pup has to be solitary as it learns why it is on this planet. Only once it learns shall other wolves be allowed to be around the Ancient. But if the Ancient starts to forget why it is here,the wolves it is with will pay. Those wolves will be killed. No matter what.
                                               

Kolta is an Ancient One. He started to forget why he was living. The wolf who was with him died. But only one wolf was ever around Kolta. But that wolf payed the price.

                                    
The Night's are humans. Kolta believes that once they start Tracking you a few Full Night's later,you die.That is what happened to Kolta's friend

                           
Kolta must survive. For only Ancient Ones come one at a time.And when they come,and they die,it takes another few hundred years for an Ancient One to come again.

So that tells a little bit about my short story Ancient!

Story???

I want to do a short story.But I can't think of anything to write about.Do any of you have suggestions for me???And I pretty much only do stories about animals!!!Unless I am inspired to do something else!!!

If so,comment under this post!And do you like my word of the day???Look along the side to see!!!!

:::CASEY:::