Tainted

I ain't that bad,
I'm not that sad,
I don't go insane,
put others into my own pain,
Just because I've got a glitch,
Doesn't mean I am a snitch...

Forest,aiy? Just forests and these so called gentle hills? And what if these hills were to collapse like a turmoil of hell, crush every living creature into the loam they stand? Would they than be gentle? and what if these forests were fell, every wood piece crashing and snapping, than would the territory be made entirely of wood and grass? No. That was her point. Liers. Well, that was how Tainted thought - and her name served everyone with a personal glimpse of her chummy self. Chummy? What kind of word was that? Who cared. Now, let's say that the day became night in a flash of destructive hatred, did that mean those who walked the day walked the night which became the day? Oh yes...but, if you already walked the darkness, did it much make a difference to your own soul of diluted adorning thoughts? Hmmmm...nobody thought of that. Not at all. Ha, but Tainted...something whirred herself, let's just put it like her mind. A bit...awkward.

Dancing...dance, lunge, dance, lunge, spin, whirl, strike, fall. Indeed that was what the trees and grass blades attended to. Like an obligation of the day. Midday sun, burn down hard, gleaming with the intensity of a thousand broken hearts. With a sturdy stride, bringing the ebon bitch to the boundaries, she halted over the ridge, her tail hanging over her loins as her flanks were dipped by the tappering tip of her tail. Large ears stood erect upon her crop, her facade untwisted, ratehr mild, her grey muzzle horizontal as she stood bluntly. Golden hued eyes seemed to burn a hole through her, starring intently into nothing, her back extended as her immense paws gripped the loam beneath.

Nares twitched and flared through the duskiness of her bristled upon her muzzle. Tail stood over her loins still, in her positive domineering behaviour as she searched over each aroma here. Smirking slightly, she snorted disdaintly, disapproving of such a large quantity of lupines here. Knowing few, she assumed by her left sphere, that they would probably be grovelling mongrels, beggars off the side of a rundown hell. Luckily, Tainted was no burden...unlike many.

Tilting her crop, her jaws parted, her ivories glistening beneath her saliva as her piercing orbs shut loosely. Tainted's howl was a mournful assortment of jaded rage and a vicinity of hatred, heres to the mourning. Than, completing her summong howl, she swiftly replaced herself horizontally. Piercing eyes again searched, attempting to find something that she could take interest in toying with. Now, where were these playthings?

"come out, come out, wherever you are..." she hissed bitterly as she chuckled within her hollow self.

Come on...just because a bit of plague crushed her on the way back from hell. Besides, she gonna' catch the last train home...