Explaination: Ripred describes fighting.
So, enjoy and please read my a/n at the bottom. Thanks.
My claws flash menencingly, slashing flesh.
I whip my tail over my head, cracking my opponent's skull.
Blood clots in my fur, dyeing my coat a rusty shade.
My jaw snaps and clenches in pain as an attack makes it past my defense, marking my body.
Furiously, my spin-attack blazes into action.
The dust perpetraits my lungs, forcing my to hack and cough up horrid red-black liquid.
Hind paws scratch the gore caked earth, pulling a feral grin on my features.
My commards fall around me.
Occasionally, a body lands near and I catch a reconizable person.
Each death adds up.
Each death takes a toll on me.
My inner-being aches more than my body.
I feel too emotional and exposed, unlike being younger.
Then I had felt strong and powerful.
I'm nowhere near my end.
I'll live a long life.
It's just the energy.
It weakens my mental resolve.
I have to strengthen myself.
With fighting, I belong.
Without fighting, I do not.
Each moment of battle causes pain to others and pain to yourself.
If I am even to leave unharmed, I will not leave unscathed.
I do not believe I shall ever maintain any of my innonence ever again.
Not that anyone in the Underland is ever innoncent.
And certainly not I.
Hi guys.
So Right now, I am almost brought to tears. No, I'm not always affected in this way by my own writing. It is just that this chapter is close to my heart. Why?
Well, Yesterday, I took an all day field trip wiht my school to Gettysburg. Gettysburg is about 3and a half hours away from where I live, and I was blown away. The Battle of Gettysburg lasted THREE DAYS. Barely a single soldier left that fight unscathed.
I had walked where dead bodies had lain for days, then were burried in mass graves. Then unburried and transported to indivduial graves in around 2 years. This has changed my expression on war and I will never be the same.
~AssassinAuthor