Feral Heart

[Don't ask about the title. I didn't know what else to call it. o3o]So, I'm just another girl with her poetry. It's not that great, in my opinion. Average, really. In any case, I'll let you get on with it, and you can form your own opinion.



I'm a lone Nobody,
On Nobody's Road,
A Road that leads Nowhere,
For those with Nowhere to go,

It's a place in a field,
That leads on and on,
Past the forest and the field,
The endless road has gone,

I'm a somebody now,
Somebody finally noticed,
That I could go somewhere,
If somewhere hasn't gone,

I'm older now,
Turning gold to grey,
My spirit cannot forever stay,
Leaving me to only wonder how,

There is a road out there,
Somewhere in the field,
It's overgrown now,
But all the same is here,

And if I was given the chance,
To go all the way back,
If given the choice,
I would turn to the road,
And look,
Past the Forest and field,
the meadow and flowers,
past the mountains and trees until I found,
All the way to the very beginning, a sign that said 'Turn Back'.

And looking at that lonely sign there I would confess,
That for not heeding it's warning I got into this mess,
But in the end when all was done,
And nature's forces had finally won,
When I lay dead or dying,
I would not be lying,
If I told myself,
Commend oneself,
To the road that follows the heart.

And if that is the road that leads
past the forest and fields,
the meadows and flowers,
All the way to a tangle of plants and vines,
Just know one thing, that underneath,
Lie a sign that once warned 'Turn back'



We are all just trees in the forest,
Growing up so tall,
Driven by a soft 'lest',
For someone might penetrate our oaken walls.

Some of us stoop low,
Some of us stand high,
'We've got only to grow',
I've found that that's a lie...

For the thought that we,
Have only one direction is untrue,
Many find that hard to see,
And that's a thought that I must add to.

Because we are all just trees in the forest,
We say there's just one way,
For the other is the darkest of darkness
Decay.

Decay will eat away,
At our roots all day,
Until the hour until the moment,
When we decide to own it,
And break from out roots and fall
down, down, so far down.

If a tree falls down in a forest,
Will it make a sound?
I have to be honest,
I can't say that we are all bound,
Even if someone is around.

For when some trees fall,
They make a sound,
They let out a mighty call,
And land with a painful pound,
Unable to get back up.

We are all just trees in the forest,
And all I can say,
Is that on the morning when I broke,
And that morning was today,
I looked down, down, so far down,
And knew
That when I broke,
When I fell,
Ever so gently to the ground,
I wouldn't be the first,
To fall without a sound.


A small heart, light yet strong,
Is surrounded by walls, so tall and long.

Outside of these walls,
Knights in shining armor,
On horses with terrible calls,
Guard with fierce honor,
Ready for the coming brawls.

Past the guards so bold,
And a living tree, ancient and old,
A dragon o' so fierce,
Awaits a hero's armor to pierce.

And further outward from this beast,
Yet before you've gone too far east,
A moat of poison stretches out, o' so deadly,
Yet draws you in, with a dark and terrible medley.

Past this moat of foul design,
There upon the horizon line,
Dark, grey, and tall,
There there stands a wall.

And out of this wall, you can see,
A hill as barren as can be,
And upon this hill is a dreadful sight.
Surely to see it is to die of fright.

For upon this hill,
There lies a wall o' so tall,
A moat o' so deadly,
A dragon o' almighty,
A living tree o' so old,
Guards o' so bold,
And finally,
There stands a heart, o' so guarded by a wall.

Yet at the bottom of the barren hill,
And outside of the tall grey wall,
There stands hero, ready to brave it all.

My heart goes out to you,
Hero so bold,
But you must win it first,
An act that's grown old.

Yet, if you break down the walls to my heart,
Through courage and love of any art,
Then perhaps, young knight,
My fears and worries despite,
Then perhaps,
you'll win,
And perhaps,
Perhaps,
Perhaps I'll love again.

And that's it. I have a few more, but they deal a little... direct with death and/or depression, and I wasn't sure it'd be best to upload them.

Okay. I know none of you know me. Or maybe you do. In any case, most of you don't. However, I saw this board, and I couldn't help myself. After recently coming back to Feralheart after a long break, I downloaded a new texture for the wolf's fur. (c) Tearless
I decided to see how it would look on my character Arkius Roan [Arkius, or 'Arki'], a generally nice, peaceful, [and rather small] she-wolf. I almost instantly fell in love, and wondered if the emotes looked different with this new, beautiful texture. The results? I wasn't getting anywhere near the darker side of that little medic any time soon.

[She's blind, by the way, which is why the eyes look like that. I would give you the whole story so no one would sit there and think I was an attention hog for making her blind and rather small, but that would take too long. So I'll just give you my word. As a literate and realistic roleplayer, I give you my word that I have reasonable explanation for both, and that Arki is roleplayed literately and realistically.]

Anyhow, onto the part where you see the screenshots.

Before:

Timber and Red wolf markings, if you were wondering.

Me testing out the emotes, so 'After', I guess:




Not saying that the texture makes your wolf look evil. Evil just looks great with it. ^_^

Anyhow, so that's my post. I hope you enjoyed it!

FH Username: Nightlilac
Name of Character: Birchpaw
Desired Rank: Apprentice
Desired Clan/Tribe: Snowclan
RP Sample: Birchpaw yawned, stretching out her back and extending and retracting her claws into and out of the soft bedding in the apprentice den. Blinking bright green eyes, the white and black splotched apprentice paused, but then turned to look outside the den at the white world beyond it. Her thick coat would keep her warm through most weather, but she shivered a bit. It was going to be a rather cold day if she was correct. Birchpaw wouldn't let a little cold stop her though. She quickly padded out of the apprentice den, eager to begin the day's training. Thoughts ran through her mind of all the possible subjects she could be exploring today. Would she be out hunting? Would she be learning how to fight? Oh! Would she be on a border patrol!? Oooh, there were so many possibilities for the day, she wished she could do them all... But she knew that was doubtful. There wasn't enough time in the day, and anyway, with that whole issue between the tribe and Valleyclan, Birchpaw wasn't sure if something was going to change with Snowclan. She hoped not, but you can never be too sure.

[In Game, I can fill up the box and more. On websites, I do more... just making that known. ^_^]

Me today, roleplaying with a friend:
1. "Oh deer."

2. You wouldnt'
You woudln't*))
Yoo woundl't**))
>8O

3 And my favorite one of the day.
-Finishes a post-
-Sees that I didn't put (D) at the end-

(D)*
(D) )0**
(D) ))**8
Ugh, I can't get it to fix itself,
!* ))*
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And when I finally got it right my friend was cracking up.

And me a long time ago, advertising for a roleplay.

We are a mapped, litterate, and active group.
^Hypocritical^

Me trying to right this post:
Hippocritical
Toyad