I walked into a small room, a few of my friends there; the room had a distinctly ominous feeling, that's for sure - but then again, why would I care?
Anyway, as I walked in, my tail brushed across the door. The two police officers were sitting down...
Psych Self, Shirai
#1 of questioning the past
psych self
dedicated to jaine, my pet fox. rest in peace.
it was midnight. i ran down the street, rain pouring against my face. a crack of thunder illuminated the grass i was now running on.
Death, Dream, Psychological, Violence (Not In Yiff)