"Harder" my version

Buzzing of a alarm clock would sound as the numbers 11:00 a.m. were flashing before it turned off saying 11:01 a.m. "Yeah hey.. Oh my goodness, this beat is so hard... Oh my goodness, this beat is so hard..." Putting in headphones into his ears, a bike rider with his helmet upon his head having a package on his back. Began biking dodging in and out of traffic in the busy streets of New York. "Imma go hard, hard to the core, Hard like mother fuckin liquid swords, Harder than worldwide stadium tours, I am the future, delorian doors" Panting slightly while the gray coyote was pedaling quickly passing by others walking. Jumping over a curve as it changed to a black and white bovine taxi driver in Atlanta, with a female Lemur passenger in the back seat talking upon her cellphone wearing a mini skirt, and a bikini top he bushy tail wrapped around her. "Will he survive? Never deceased, I don’t think I’m ever gonna rest in peace, Imma kill the game, leave the rest in pieces" Rolling his eyes at the conversation going on in the back, while leaning against his door with his elbow the time slowly moving upon the dashboard of his vehicle.

"Now everybody want my recipe, Tell a jealous chicken I don't know what the beef is Gripping the handle upon a plow a large muscular equine farmer in Kansas, with his overalls soaking with sweat. Began pushing the plow tilling up the ground around the blade of the plow. His tail swishing back and forth as his muscles flexed with each foot of ground he plowed. A hat upon his head shading his head from the blazing sun above. "I'm just making money for my grandkid's' nieces"

"Imma work hard, that's my thesis, This beat is a shit, feces" Strobe lights flashing, as a male rhino would stand beside the door inside of a club watching the others dancing and rubbing up against each other. "Pardon me ma'am, Imma go dumb, Small.i.am, I'm complicated, hard.I.am

I end the beginning, then start it again" A fight breaking out as a few of the bouncers would start fighting back and grabbing the ones causing the trouble. The rhino opening up the door as they were being thrown out into the street drunk and flipping the bouncers off. "You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home,

You can go hard or you can go home" The strobe lights continued as a empty stage was soon filled with female’s of many sizes and different countries as they were wearing dazzling dresses. The miss universe would be at the talent section of the show as one of the females began singing into a microphone. "You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home" Swaying back and forth as she sang, at the end of her performance she gave a bow accepting the applauds of the ladies and gentlemen of the audience. Wrapping her arms around the other contender as she wore black jeans, and a tank top with a sports bra on. Suplexing the other onto the ring roughly as the ring shook, before jumping upon her back. Wrapping her arms around her neck placing her into a submission hold. "You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home" The female mouse flicking her tail around while gritting her teeth covering in sweat and bruises. "Oh my goodness, this beat is so hard... Oh my goodness, this beat is so hard..." Bouncing upon a cardboard, as a red kangaroo would swirl around break dancing while the boom box beside him was blaring music into the streets. "You can get that, or you can get this, You can call it demon, Imma call it jesus, You can get a curse, you can get a cross" A crowd of his friends a mix of different animals both bobbing their heads to the beat, and laughing at his style. "You can go to work, or you can be the boss" Looking down at the city as a tall building of the twin cities would over look the city, a male stood there lowered ears. The golden brown hair pulled back to his back. His paws holding each other behind his back while a ring was worn on his paw, and a picture of his mate another male a mouse with ears pierced and a bottom lip piercing upon his desk. "Imma be the owner, be a thought Donor, Imma go hard, like a mother fuckin boner, Imma make a beat to put the people in a coma" Slowly bobbing his head before picking up the phone and sitting down upon his desk. "You can be a geek or be a rolling stoner" Laying on a hospital bed a herm pantress with hir neck, and chest in a cast hooked up to a few machines in a hospital. A Herm dragon with scrubs came into the room where he laid "I woke up in the morning, Hard like morning wood in the morning" A blanket covering hir up as a lump was visible as shi looked down at hir with a smirk upon hir face. "Woke up thinking about microphoning, E.T. own the mic phone the homeland" Hir eyes shifted towards the doctor as hir face burned with a blush. The door closing behind the doctor, as the shade were closed as well. "I wait out like NASA, I'm way over here I done past ya, I get stacks of cash, you get cashews, I go hard, statues" An old wolfess in a wheelchair rolling down the hall with a veteran coat covering her chest, having lost her legs to battle tilting her head looking at the door "Uh?" Swirling around in the halls of the hospital, soon coming upon the third floor. "You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home" Laying upon her back, as she held onto his paw. A doctor below her as she was pregnant pushing out a few babies, while her mate was beside her holding her paw trying to comfort her best he could. "You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home" Bouncing around slightly as they would be around a blazing fire yelling out and singing a song of their native heritage. "Now let me take this time to say, I don't wanna lead you on, You can go hard or you can go home, Well I, I know it is alot to take," Wearing traditional clothing as they pounding upon drums, and blow upon flutes. One bobbing their head slightly to the pounding of the drum, having their paw on the side of a drum, as they were deaf. Her eyes looking in wonder as the child sat there next to their father." I don't wanna lead you on, you can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard... Wait a minute, Imma make it a little harder Imma make it a little harder, Give it to you a little harder" A television set appeared as it "THIS IS HARD..." Flashed of past anthros shown, before staring upon a television set on a dresser. The television turning on, as a music video came on with the old 70's-80's laser's coming around Mick Jagger a silver fox wearing a purple boa and a matching purple suit with a black feather coat around began singing, "Hard like a rock n roll" then dancing around as lasers would swirl around him, multiplying and then disappearing. "Time bombs' ticking, explode" a clock ticking away upon behind him then disappearing "Baby, this is dynamo" a stick of dynamite appeared in his paw before tossing it behind him "Better move back now" waving his paws as he leaned back slightly "It's bout to blow" a chalk board appearing behind him "Hard like Geometry, and Trigonometry" grabbing his head and waving it back and forth "This is crazy" tapping his head with his fingers with a smirk upon his face. "Psychology" Smiling as he waved back and forth dancing "Get it baby" a lottery ticket appearing in his paw "I'm about to win" tossing it at the camera making it shake "Watch out now" bowing down as he pounced "I'm going in" The screen filled up with multiple Mick Jaggers dancing the same way he was. "You can go hard or you can go home"
 Dancing around with his clones, all wearing the same thing. "You can go hard, You can go hard or you can go home" Thrust with his pelvic as they all were swaying and dancing around like him "You can go hard, You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home, You can go hard or you can go home" The clones disappearing as he stood in the middle of the screen "You can go hard" With a smirk upon his face.

Stay my version pt.2

Alone a piano appears in the shadows, black and white keys began slowly pushing down making the piano play a soft and sad tune. It played the same tune for a moment before a female fox with silver and orange fur came out of the darkness sitting at the piano. Her tail curling up into her lap, as she placed her paws upon her lap as well with her head lowered down for a moment eyes closed, before opening with emerald green eyes watery and filled with pain. Ears lowered down to the back of her head as her two pawed fingertips played the piano's keys, wiping her eyes before opening her muzzle as she began to sing softly. "All along it was a fever"

 Stopping for a moment, shaking her head slowly as the memory came over lapping everything in her head. The room lite up with chandlers above giving light to the dancers below. Her dress caressing her body as she was standing around a few other females. "A cold sweat hot-headed believer" Standing still as it seemed only the two were in each others eyes as they talked in the large room. "I threw my hands in the air, said," "Show me something," He chuckled with a devilish smile upon his face outstretching his paw to her, "He said," "If you dare, come a little closer." Taking her paw into his, as he pulled her close and held her firmly, but tenderly in his arms. The music in the air led their movements on the dance floor. "Round and around and around and around we go" Others began dancing around them, as they were grouped with mates and those in love.

 Leaning her head down a bit leaning upon his shoulder for a moment feeling the warmth of her face grow with a pleasant thought. "Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know." They continued dancing upon the dance floor, while the smile upon her face grew. She had closed her eyes for a moment, opening them back up as she seen him standing in the doorway patting his coat before turning around. "Not really sure how to feel about it." She frowned slightly as she stopped the dance and ran over to the doorway noticing he wasn't anywhere to be seen. "Something in the way you move" Lowering her head slightly, before a the males paw touched her shoulder with his devilish smile took her back inside of the building. "Makes me feel like I can't live without you."

 She glanced back outside as the doors closed "It takes me all the way." Her ears low to her head as she was soon surrounded with other females as they began chatting with her. "I want you to stay" Walking into the room, with his paws balled up in fists. The male tiger, with black and blue strips that covered his body. Tears covering his muzzle and down his cheeks, standing at the window as the moons light was shining down upon the world from above. His voice broken and heart felt as he opened up his left paw reaching up placing it upon the window. He leaned his weight against the wall he was dressed in the fanciest clothing he could purchase for such a event.

 "It's not much of a life you're living" Looking out of the window as the night sky had the lights upon the street lite up. "It's not just something you take–it's given" He seen people come and go in carriages from the window. Lowering his head as a tear fell to the floor his right paw opening up showing a ring in the palm of his paw. He stood upon the ballroom among the rich, and famous in his ragged dress shirt, and pants the best he could afford and make. The stitching upon his left shoulder was from a tare he tried to fix. "Round and around and around and around we go" The image of the female he loved and wanted to share his life with, in the arms of another. His ears lowered down to his head "Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know." Placing the ring in front of the window, with a slight sigh. He left the room putting on his coat from the floor of the coat closet seeing as they had used it as something to wipe their boots on once they came inside the building.

"Not really sure how to feel about it." Leaving as he noticed her having a good time dancing with another, he smiled slightly seeing her smile, before leaving. "Something in the way you move" much later appeared walking over a bridge, paws in his pockets glancing at the edge of the bridge for a moment before continuing on across. "Makes me feel like I can't live without you." Crossing the bridge he stopped at a empty building, the roof caving in, and the door smashed. "It takes me all the way." Looking back at the bridge then at the building he would make his way to the land owners waking them up and began bargaining with them purchasing the place. "I want you to stay." Stepping into the room with the other male, as her clothing was being taken off one at a time. The light from the ring would reflect catching her eye as she closed her eyes both of them taking each other upon the floor of the room. Afterwards covered in the sheet of the bed they had missed, she walked over to the window looking at the ring. She reached down picking it up looking at it for a moment before noticing an engraved signature on the inside with his and her name with a heart around it.

The seasons changed as years past he worked in his own shop, selling, trading and bargaining with the towns people. He would have a customer in the shop as he began bargaining with them. She would stand in the window glancing at him in the shop, before making her way down the street in one of her outing dresses. Her umbrella over head as the sun was bright, and shined down on the land. Both at the same time began singing once again, while he continued bargaining "Ooh, ooh, ooh, the reason I hold on" She stopped by a fountain in the middle of the town. Sitting down by the edge as she looked at herself in the reflection "Ooh, ooh, ooh, 'cause I need this hole gone" Small children ran by her, playing as she remembered playing with him as the kids were chasing each other around. "Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving"

The customer leaving with the purchased goods, he walked them out as he stretched his tired old bones. "'Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving." Looking around with a smile upon his face, soon noticing her sitting at the fountain. She was there alone keeping the sun from touching her face. He stopped and watched her for a moment, his mind thinking about last time he had seen her that night. The last night he had seen her so close, "Not really sure how to feel about it." She looked over at the shop seeing him outside as their eyes locked. She slowly stood up from her seat gripping the umbrella tighter in her paw. "Something in the way you move" He began to make his way to her, before stopping seeing the other male from that night had walked up beside her gripping her arm. Watched for a moment, before turning around as he headed back inside of his shop, with his ears lowered down to his head. The other male holding onto her arm leading her towards a carriage.

 Frowning as she followed, both singing once again together "Makes me feel like I can't live without you." He stood behind the counter, watching her being taken away once more. He looked down for a moment, before raising his head looking into her eyes "It takes me all the way." Her face quickly moved out of view and down to the floor of the carriage. The other male had struck her in the face with the back of his paw. His eyes wide, quickly gripped the club from under the counter and raced outside striking the back of the other male in anger. Her eyes filled with tears as she lifts herself from the carriage floor noticing both males fighting. She stared, seeing the two fighting knowing them both as she stood in the carriage "I want you to stay, stay."

 Both males wrestling around before he smacked his club into the other male until they stopped moving. Standing up, looking up at her for a moment wiping his head from some of the blood from his face. He walked over to the door of the carriage reached his paw out to her his forehead bloody slightly, both looking each other in the eyes "I want you to stay," As she reached out for him, a blade of a sword was struck into his back through his stomach as he was repeatedly impaled with the blade. Before falling to the ground with the club gripped in his paw, she screamed out as she jumped to him and covered him with her body. She began crying, pulling him into her arms tears began flowing down her cheeks. Reaching up as his fingers began wiping the tears away from her face. "oh." Looking into her eyes as he laid there bleeding with a smile mouthing to her "I love you."

"Fireflies" my version

                        Looking at his reflection as he brushed his teeth washing off the brush and looking at his teeth in the mirror of his bathroom. He yawned with a stretch of his arms and legs for a moment. Pouring some water into a cup swishing it around inside of his mouth before spitting out into the sink. "Ah.. sweet dreams.." he said with a smile walking over to the door opening up to his room. Walking out into a forest, while wearing his pajama pants he began to sing. "You would not believe your eyes" His eyes would look around at the forest as the trees and leaves would change with the light, from the moon light. "If ten million fireflies"

                               Above him a group of fireflies, began blinking around in the sky like stars shinning down from the deep dark skies. "Lit up the world as I fell asleep" Lowering his head passing under a large leave that came floating down to the ground. Looking at the leave as he pulled it along behind him smiling reaching a large body of water as he pushed the leave into the water. Hopping in as he drifted along the water in the leaf "'Cause they'd fill the open air" The reflection on the surface of the water would be that of the sky above, "And leave tear drops everywhere" the stars above stayed up in the sky also lighting the way.

                   "You'd think me rude" Leaning back in the leaf raft as he looked up into the sky, "But I would just stand and stare." His eyes closed for a moment, with a little yawn coming from his mouth. "I'd like to make myself believe, that planet Earth turns slowly" In his mind thousand little lights began swirling around making countries from earth. "It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep" Stopping as the raft landed onto shore, shaking him up to his feet before hopping off the leaf raft leaving it there. He ventured deeper into the forest smiling as he looked at the trees and animals flying around above him. "'Cause everything is never as it seems" Looking back down as he continued through the forest, small leaves would reach out with small arms embracing him as he made his way through the forest. "'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs, from ten thousand lightning bugs"

                              Swirling around him as they came down from the sky lightning bugs wrapped around him embracing him as he leaped over a log. They carried him into the air, "As they tried to teach me how to dance" Holding him close in the embrace swirling him around slowly. "A foxtrot above my head, a sock hop beneath my bed" A bed in the middle of the forest, as he could see it in the distance, "The disco ball is just hanging by a thread" He was held up in the air the lightning bugs around him like a ball, echoed softly through the forest, "Thread, thread..." Flower's began blooming from the tree's branches, as its petals would shoot up at him in the sky exploding in the sky like fireworks all around him.

                            One exploded against him, as his pajama shirt would wrap around him. "I'd like to make myself believe, that planet Earth turns slowly" Leaning back in the air, as he was using the lightning bugs as a bed comfy and cozy being surrounded by them. "It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'cause everything is never as it seems" A soft voice came from the ground whispered, "When I fall asleep" Hearing the whisper as he looked around in the air, the lightning bugs still holding up in the air. "Leave my door open just a crack" rocking back and forth a small robot, walked around the forest bottom and whispered "Please take me away from here" Noticing the robot below, tilting his head while looking in wonder. "'Cause I feel like such an insomniac"

                      Looking up at him as the robot began spinning around slowly and whispered "Please take me away from here." Looking down as he smiled at the robot, noticing something out the corner of his eye "Why do I tire of counting sheep?" Bouncing around the forest branches a herd of sheep started jumping over a tree limb. The robot whispered once more watching the sheep "Please take me away from here" One of the sheep bounced over the robot hitting the top of its head knocking the switch to off. "When I'm far too tired to fall asleep" Small robot's red lights glowed around where it's mouth should be before powering down, "Ha-ha" Seeing the last of the sheep had gone, feeling lighter with the fireflies around him. "To ten million fireflies, I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes"

                          Frowning as seen a few flying away from his body, still being held in the air. "I got misty eyes as they said farewell" The lightning bugs began disappearing from around him, whispering into his ear one said "farewell" A small smile came upon his face as his eyes began getting watery, as he wrapped his arms around a small group of lightning bugs. "But I'll know where several are, If my dreams get real bizarre" He would soon fall from the sky landing upon a leaf upon a high tree top gripping the side of the leaf to keep from falling."Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar" Echoed softly through the forest below him "Jar, jar, jar..." His grip finally let up as he fell down toward the ground.

                        Instead of falling fast and being scared he fell slowly swaying back and forth being rocked almost to sleep. "I'd like to make myself believe, that planet Earth turns slowly" Looking down at the ground below, seeing his bed the comfort and the breeze he felt would lullaby him almost to sleep. "It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'cause everything is never as it seems" Teddy bear stood beside his bed and whispered "When I fall asleep" Slowly closing his eyes, as he slowly floated down to his bed. "I'd like to make myself believe, that planet Earth turns slowly" His clothing was gently flowing with the gentle breeze that lowered him to his bed. "It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, 'cause everything is never as it seems" Once again the bear whispered with open arms to catch him if he fell away from his bed.

                           "When I fall asleep" Stretched out his arms and legs before his head gently landed on his pillow, covers slowly wrapping around his body as he was being tucked in to bed."I'd like to make myself believe, that planet Earth turns slowly" A large teddy bear beside his bed leaning down kissing upon his forehead making sure he was comfortable, before climbing in bed with him and laying next to him. "It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep, because my dreams are bursting at the seams" His voice slowly faded falling asleep as the child laid in bed curled up under his blankets. The walls covered with small glow in the dark stars, a toy robot laying on the floor of his bedroom. The door closes as his parents smiled leaving him to rest, small teddy bear held in his arms with a small empty jar on his play table in the corner of his room.

a poem attempt

Names stand out in my head, when I think of the dark days. The lights were dim those days that followed after. The light they shined found nothing to reflect back against. The dark days were a blurr upon the mind of those that don't remember but those that do remember it as they remember it well enough to not wish to remember. The names upon those were my own but that was not until latest of days. The darkness upon the hearts of those found and destroyed when we all just wanted to help. One by one they fell some struggled and fought to stay upon the light. The last of the days there was only one, one stood alone having the names upon their head and heart etched in like a hot stack upon the heart. The last to fall fell harder than the rest, darkness took upon itself to be cruel to the last instead of a swift demise it was slow and painful. Every inch of darkness that lurked crawling slowly towards them. Slowly crushing the light from within, the nightmare of the dark days were only the beginning. Those that it took earlier on were comfortable and cozy in the darkness sneaking around and manipulating those that were being taken. The life in the darkness was good to them, good enough to make there hearts and minds to forget the light. It burnt and hurt to remember, the darkness was a terror, but now a pleasant friend that comes around enjoying its popularity growing within each it consumes. I stood there watching them in terror all those I have come to be friends inside the darkness not knowing what they are doing or just not wanting to know. Men and women taking each others hearts and breaking them to their own will. My heart etched and broken it held upon the only light left I have found. I cling to it regardless of what darkness seems to sneak its way upon it. Somehow the light finds its way inside to keep the body sane to live another night in the darkness. Seeing the darkness over taking those that have come close enough to hug and hold upon. Pieces of my heart I tear off to give to them so they will know even the smallest amount of light in their life. Standing alone once more holding onto the smallest piece of light I can muster to help brighten the world, it is only a fool with his foolish dreams of a beautiful world with smiling faces where the word love, beautiful isn't slung around with no meaning anymore. The light going up was always the one thing to prevail over the darkness, but being grown your taught to wield it to your own pleasures and purposes. Where the kindness's of others is looked down upon, and where gentlemen are labeled as creeps or laughed at as they pour out what they believe is true. to only be corrected by either man/women claiming they are sexist. The darkness has battled the light since the beginning but now the darkness has won, and the light is being swallowed up tortured upon its own kind killing off all that stand in its way.

Unknown bag "Baggy"

A lone bag sat up against a pole in the dark. It looked as if it were new, or perhaps someone had taken great care of it. The bag was closed, two loop straps were upon the top. It looked like a normal bag perhaps for a student busy with errands and homework lost the bag. Perhaps it was a business man/women on a business trip misplacing the bag you had found. The night was cold as the wind blew, picking up the bag thinking perhaps you could find out who it belonged too. On your way home, walking along with the bag in arm wanting to wait until you could get to a more reliable phone than your cellphone. The minutes and reception would be horrible now, losing them may make it so nobody else could get a hold of you of an emergency.

Getting to the door of you home, you unlock the door and pant slightly. It was still a quite a walk from and to places without a vehicle to get you there. Pushing the door open as its creak would sound like you just walked into a dungeon. Covering your ears with a huff, thinking 'someday I will fix that door.. along with everything else that needs fixing around here.' Placing your keys upon the table, and tossing the bag along with your own bag upon the table as well. Taking off your coat and tossing it upon the chair, you sat down exhausted from the day of work, and then the walk home. 'Two more days' You yawn out of your mouth covering it up with your left hand noticing the time. "Awww.. dammit.. in the morning." Standing back up, as you head to the bathroom to take a shower and then head to bed.

[under construction will add more]

Random quotes often said

*Ludobiter is feeling better as he stands up posing "This cup of tea is no normal tea it is the tea of the awesomeness, the aroma of a beautiful women on a field of wild flowers! None can smell or taste that which, I have just tasted for this single cup can heal the wounded. Make any and all your cares or worries disappear for it is the cup, and it shall give you the taste of the heavens that came down in a explosive rainbow of a storming sky!!" he continues to pose differently with each phrase he said. He soon sits down as he sips his tea sighing in relief. 
*Ludobiter sighs as he stars off into space as he thinks romance and corny lines have gone like sand thru an hour glass these are the days of our lives... blinks as he sighs shaking his head hating how soup operas theme songs are always catchy.. 

smirked a bit "Nope just wanting passion and heat to burn with a thousand swords and to be felt like riding thru a hail storm while passionately and romantically making love on the roof of the home both you and your partner built and now sharing a heated passion that could never end!!" 

*Ludobiter stands up posing on his couch "The theme should be something burning with passion and grace like a gentle women having a luscious body and creative mind!!!" 

*Ludobiter watches his favorite show the days at the bar soon an announcer comes in and beings talking about the sponsors "Todays bar scene was brought to you by Fruitcake!! the cake you can eat all year long!!! and also by doubblemint gum when one piece of minty ass is just never enough new bubble gum flavor!" 

*Ludobiter gently places a rose in hir lap "This rose shall rule with love and with force. Like the rose you shall be filled with love" placing his paw on hir shoulder "But fear not you have the fire the burning passion that will set the fires of liquid hot magma into a burning sea of sweaty hot passion which you have inside your rose." He raised his other paw up into the air "And with the rose your love and force shall bring lovers to their knees. bowing to you with love and their hearts overflowing with the awesome power of the rose." 

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AH Yes toast the early morning breakfast food, which isn't really breakfast as it is just fast not need for breaking as it is already there, gone as you pick up from the toaster and put it on your plate it is already cold, gone when you reach to the table you bargain to eat it at only to get up and either do it all over again or give up and place the plate you just wasted into the sink of other wasted plates, spoons, sporks, knifes, other household kitchen needs..... *takes breath...* 

Mountains and the tears they leave behind

In the snow covered mountain peeks, a single log cabin is snow covered. In the snow it looked as if a tree had been cut in two and all was left was the stump of the tree. There lived but one and his left eye was that of a clear blue and his right was that of a dark garnet. His fur was blue as the sky, and as black as coal, his clothing was always covered from head to toe with snow the real color and fabric a mystery that seemed never to be seen. He wore boots on his feet, under his clothing that seemed never to be short of snow was a dark blue loose shirt, white pants. He wasn't custom to having visitors up at in mountain, rarely talked. He walked around the mountain as he was looking for food or perhaps he was just wondering around looking at his trap's and his other device's to help him survive in the cold mountain top. The wind and the snow blowing around as he walked down the mountain reaching the woods as he checked his traps set up for catching food and unwanted guests. Perhaps he would either catch someone to eat or perhaps he would be nice and let them heat their bodies and help them with finding there way around.

One day his traps were set off as he was running to grab his meal for the day, but when he arrived at his traps. He seen something he didn't expect in his trap. It was a small baby as it looked human to him, as the trap was already set off and the little one was laying in the snow and dirt crying aloud. He seen that the child hadn't be struck by the trap, but he wondered if it wasn't indeed a trap for him, as he crouched down against the ground slowly nearing the crying baby. He was on high alert while he was around this child knowing it had not gotten there by itself as it couldn't even walk yet. He stared down at the child, as its small eyes opened up and looked up at him shaking from the cold. His ears twitched, as the screaming child was getting quiet. He had a child of his own once, but it had been a long time ago and they no longer lived. His paws would lower down and scoop up the child as he knew of a village nearby, knowing the ones parents would be wanting it back. He grumbled to himself as he disliked the village and at that the villagers themselves, tho he didn't interact with them he knew they were there. Placing the child against his fur, and under the only piece of clothing he had on his body. The child would quieten and began to sleep as it was getting warm from his body heat, and being out of the cold wind. He made his way to the village he didn't know the name of it as he didn't ever go into it. His journey to the village wasn't that slow as he knew of short cuts to it, as he would sometimes walk around the walls of the village. This time he would walk into the village as it took a few days of searching the village as he couldn't find the parents of this small child, but he would take the time to gather things to help feed this strange little child. He would continue his search as he knew each moment that went by if he was the parent of this child he would be searching from night to day not sleeping until he found his child once again.

[little backstory of his life.]

Long ago as the moons and suns would rise and fall. Ludo once had a family, in the mountains, he would proud to have such a family a son, and daughter. His mate he would only look upon as her beauty was far from words to describe. Perhaps it is best to start off in the beginning before he had a family or a mate. The night had a chill in the air, as the snow was falling down harder than usual. 

It was usually falling during the night and clear in the day, but it had been snowing all day and night. Ludo was out checking on his traps and disabling a few of them, as the snow was getting deep enough his traps wouldn’t work. As he walked along the snowy drifts he came upon a small trail. He followed it thinking it may be a injured animal or one that was wondering around in search of food. He would soon come upon a female laying in the snow being covered halfway in snow. 

He huffed as his body was bare and the snow was packed up against the warmth of his body. At first she didn’t move, but when he got closer to her. She spoke to him begging and pleading for him to help her. As he would have killed her for being even near his territory. He picked her up and carried her over his shoulder, they soon would arrive at a stump on the top of the mountain. He placed her in front of a fire in the middle of his stump home. 

Inside he didn’t have furniture, but fur blankets to help keep him warm even on the coldest of nights. At first they didn’t get along at all as both tried to kill each other, but after the days and months went on. They had begun to feel for each other, even if they were two of a different kind. She was a elf, and he was those that were called a wild one.

One day after they had children, she had taken the children to the village to gather things that they needed. Days went by and days turned into a month, as he had seen his mate and children. He knew it sometimes took a while when she was in the village, one night he walked down  to the village. When he got to the village he found that they had died, their children’s dead body’s were being burned. His mate was nowhere to be found as he had looked for many days, his search stopped when he seen her body laying in a lake floating on the surface of the water.

His heart was broken as he grabbed her out of the water, and burned her as he knew it was her way she wanted it to be. He would return to the mountain as he wasn’t heard from again. As he was naked all the time, the last time he had been seen he was wearing a piece of clothing, many had wondered where he got such a thing. When the two were together she had made him a large poncho like shirt so he could stay warmer in the cold as she had made it out of some clothing he had laying around in the home. He would come back  one day from a hunt and there she was laying on the ground sleeping waiting for his return.

He would cover her with the cloth she had made him. She awoke when he placed it onto her body. She would then take the cloth and placed it around his torso telling him about the clothing and giving it to him as a gift of their love. He never took the clothing off his body as it was like a second layer of fur for him.

Moomba adventures Chapter one: Tink?

Moombas generally possess red fur-covered bodies. Standing at about a meter in height, they get around by running or walking on all fours, but can stand on their hind legs when stationary. Their paws are oversized in comparison to their bodies. Each possessing sharp claws which, coupled with sharp teeth, can be used for defense. They are unable to speak human language as a whole, but can be taught to speak individual words.

                       Moombas mainly use expressive body language to convey their meaning to humans, but have no difficulty communicating with other Moombas and Shumi in more animalistic sounds. Moombas can recognize people by smelling or licking their blood.

"Did you not see their noble features? Their gem-like eyes revealing innocence? Their bright red hair symbolizing passion? Their spectacular hair signifying power! Their soothing, adorable cries! Their mighty hands with incredible strength! Their proud postures demanding respect!" -a sculptor's quote of Shumi village-

                         Walking around on all fours, his tail would sway left to right enjoying the start of the day. The feeling of the air brushing against his fur, the sun bringing a shine to his fur. His eyes looking up at the sky watching the clouds slowly make there way to the west, soon sitting on the sand. He was a slave of the Galbadia's Prison fixing the equipment of the soldiers, and the electronics of the prison. The enjoyment of the day was soon destroyed as a wrench would swirl in the air and hitting the Moomba in the head. A annoyed angry voice shouted out, "GET TO WORK!" it was a solider as the Moomba would squeak out in pain.

                     Rubbing his head with his paws as it hurt, his gentle eyes began to tear up. His paws grabbed the wrench placing it into his mouth, ran on all fours to the door behind the solider. Stopping at the door as it opened, quickly running in before the soldiers foot could kick him for being outside when it was time for work. Running past other moomba`s working on machinary and the building on this massive prison. The Galbadia's prison was large in stature, it was a free moving prison. Meaning it moved from one place to another, making it a hard place to escape and another hard place to infuriate. It was a prison where they kept the ones unwanted, getting back to where he stopped working to go look outside for a moment. There was a guard with a large whip gripping it in his hand, watching the moomba's as they worked.

                          The moomba soon skidded a bit along the floor as his claws dug into the steal floor under him stopping. The guard held up the whip, before flicking it around snapping it along the Moomba’s face making his skin under his fur crack along the length of the whip. After years of working in the prison, he had been stricken with that whip many times a day when he deserved it and when he didn't. His short muzzle was covered in pieces of fur that wouldn't grow back as they were scars from being whipped. He was taught to walk on two legs so he could carry boxes, and other things around in the prison. He didn't like walking on two legs, but it grew on him as he would sometimes walk on his hind legs, but never around any soldiers or guards that didn't need him. Around his neck was a collar that the guards had on him with a name tag, in bronze lettering would be the name ‘Tinker’

                         One guard had given to him that name for being one of the few moomba's still alive and working on the prison. After the fall of the prison however, he found himself walking around aimlessly soon, sitting down upon a mound of sand. He panted feeling the ground beneath him shaking, tumbling off of the top of the mound sliding down the sand upon his stomach. Making a exhausted squeak upon, before seeing a shadow coming from behind him. The shadow began growing up into the air slowly turning his head seeing the head of a Abyss worm staring back at him. Its body swirling around aggravated by the moomba`s actions for its mound. Its head lifted from the mound coiling up in the air, before swinging its body towards him. Hopping up to his paws jumping away to dodge away from the attack. It had been a bit late to react as such as he get smacked upon his torso, tossing him back to the ground with a hard thud into the sand. Landing upon his back which smacked the box against his back as well giving the pain of the fall more pain than he wanted to embrace.

                           Growling in his throat, rolling onto his feet slowly stepping back and away from the worm, not wanting anymore from it just wanting to get out of the desert. Watching as the worm began to coil back up again. He bolted away not wanting to be hit again from the worm. The worm stayed coiled for a moment before returning to the mound making the ground shake around the mound and then in the distance. Other mounds began showing up as he was fleeing for his life. How many were coming after him, he didn't know nor did he want to stay to find out. His paws moved as fast as they could  in any direction that was pointed away from the mounds. The weather was becoming to be against him as well, as a swirling sand storm came crossing his path closing his eyes. Diving into the storm head first his body pelted with the sand below him. He continued moving his paws, soon not feeling anything under them as his head rammed into a Belhelmel's flat surface as it was still in the air, behind it was a Blood Soul cowering behind it to get protection from the sandstorm. The blades still swirling around its head, as it held a smiling face but with its eyes closed, looking upon them both. He was amazed to see the companionship of the two different, but were together at the same time.

                          Taking advantage of the sandstorm and hid behind the Belhelmel's shield like body, keeping low to the ground so he hoped not to be noticed by the two. The howling winds began calming down peeking out from behind the Belhelmel's body as a Cactaur came bouncing in on the wind. Coward behind the Belhelmel's body even more hoping not to be noticed, before long he felt a stinging sensation upon his paw. Small needle like quails were covering up his front paws. The small Cactaur was throwing its needles against the Belhelmel, and the blood soul as it came out of hiding in the sandstorm. The Belhelmel's body soon moved back and forth in the air swaying back and forth as if dodging the attack from the Cactaur. Leaving him open for the attacks, the blood soul opening its mouth spewing up a black cloud that moved towards the Cactaur. The face upon the Belhelmel had changed into a angry face, from the happy face it held before. Making note of the change and from the battle right in front of him he wanted no part in it, high tailing it the other way as the winds soon died down enough for him to open his eyes to see where he was going battered and exhausted making his way around the desert. It took him a few days of dodging and fleeing from other animals both large and powerful.

                           He carried a small box with him, where ever he went strapped to his back covering up a small patch of fur. After the desert he could look out at the green grass that seemed to go on forever. The grass feeling soft, and cool different from the hot rocky sand of the desert sitting down at the edge of one and the beginning of the other. He curled his toes on one side, then curled his other toes on the other side. the difference of which it sounded, and the feeling of the grass was more relaxing and inviting than the sand. Twitching of his ears at the new noises, it had been a long while since he had heard of anything like it. 

Walking upon all fours as the box upon his back would sway back and forth as his weight shifted. It didn't take him long until he found himself in a forest the trees he looked at in wonder and amazement. Coming close to one, he used his claws to poke soon trying to move the tree. It was sturdy and the rough bark on the outside was damp, as the ground beneath him was damp as well. Lowering his head sniffing the ground as he began lapping up from a small puddle he had found under a leave that was dripping water down from the sky. His tongue lapping up the water seeming like forever, since he had anything to drink.

                           His enjoyment was interrupted as his face was forced down into the puddle, the mud and muck sticking to his muzzle. Squeaking as his limbs flailed about, before pulling his head out of the water. Gasping for air, and growling quickly looking around for who ever or whatever pushed his head in the water. His heart pounding vigorously nothing was around, as he stayed where he was for a moment. Shaking and pawing off the mud from his muzzle. His eye was closed with his paw over his muzzle pushing off the mud, 'tweet' a sound came from above. Freezing for a moment at the new noise, 'tweet' once again it sounded. His eye shot open looking over his paw as if he was hiding behind it and camouflaged with the tree behind him. He couldn't see anything where was this sound coming, slowly lifting his ears up to listen more intently. 'TWEET' his ears shot back to his head, looking up as perched upon his head was a chocobo.

                            It was a baby chocobo its feathers matted, sticking out here and there. Comfortably standing upon his head before he growled and began shaking his head. The feet of the chocobo was out of balance, moving around back and forth before falling off his head and tweeting with distress running around in circles upon the ground. Ears shooting up watching this small chocobo tweeting with such distress about being upon the ground. Lifting up his paw agitated upon the baby chocobo pressing it down upon the ground the sound stopped. Blinking his eyes in disbelief before lifting his paw after a while before the chocobo would run around upon the ground once again tweeting with distress. Standing back up on his paws walking away from the chocobo knowing that the bigger chocobo's would soon be coming to protect this small chocobo.

                        The tweeting stopped, once he was leaving his ears almost couldn't believe it. After a moment turning his head to see what the chocobo was doing now. He seen no chocobo upon the ground, but seen it laying upon the top of his box on his back. Growling and squeaking at the baby to get off, the only response he got was a content tweet. Growling as he now had a chocobo that wouldn't leave him alone, wondering where were the adult chocobo's at. He had been around adult chocobo's a few times, when it was his turn to feed the chocobo's at the prison.

                       His body was tired from all the running and fighting, he had been through. Looking around with awe still amazed at the forest he was in now. Thinking it may be good to find a place to lay down, even for just a moment or two. 'Tweet' he heard from his back, huffing through his nose as he looked at a tree for a moment looking up seeing it was a large tree the moss covering the base of the tree, and all along its limbs. Tail swaying back and forth as his claws gently began digging at the soil under his paws. Before another tweet was heard he pounced as far as he could against the tree, from there he began hopping to each limb of the tree. A few times almost missing the limb and scrapping with his claws climbing up the tree until he reached the top of the tree.

                      Looking around as he seen far into the distance the plains, hills and mountain were all he could see the colors in the horizon was breath taking. The swirling purples with a hazy orange danced around on the horizon. His ears lowered at the sight 'has it been so long?' he thought to himself staring at the colors and the scenery all around him. The chocobo upon his back would hop its way onto his head shifting and scooting a bit as it laid down upon his head between his ears. Lowering his brow as the moment had been ruined by the chocobo, soon lashing his head back making the chocobo hop off his head and fluttering its wings around trying to fly for a moment until clinching onto a branch of the tree.

                      Grabbing a limb from another tree as he began tying them together making a hammock upon the tops of the trees. He had to hurry as his light was growing dim, as time went by the progress upon his bed had soon been complete. He had done the same while in the prison when he hid from the guards having his own spot to rest. The other moomba's would occasionally rest with him as well, some even took turns resting in the spot when one of them was sick. Finishing the bed, gripping the box from his back and placed it upon its side as he curled up around it sitting his head down upon the cold box.

                      Patiently waiting as the chocobo had hopped, and climbed up into the bed. Fluffing up its feathers makings itself look bigger cuddled up to the side of his belly and plopped down beside him resting with him in the bed he had made. At the base of the trees the forest's noises would continue as monsters, and beasts continued roaming all along the ground of the forest through the night.
[under construction will add more]

Ludo #1 original story

    Staring at the things he had on him out in front of himself. He looked at the license in his wallet seeing his age, weight, height, and there it was.. an address he didn't notice it before, being so confused, he quickly grabbed a phone book in his apartment, looking through the book trying to find his name to see if perhaps he had a number to call. He wondered was a family man was he a father, how many kids did he have if he was, who was going to answer the phone? As he looked through the book he found one number to his name, his paw shook nervously as he reached to use the apartment phone. He slowly dialed the number into the phone as his mind and thoughts raced in his head.. ring.... ring... ring...

                              He began to sweet as the answering machine picked up it was his voice. "Hey this is Ludo Biter... I'm not here right now so leave a message after the beep.. You know the one that's com-" He was cut off as it beeped, saying nothing to the answering machine but he called again maybe there was someone in the background like a girlfriend or something.. Nothing. H e heard nothing, just his voice, he frowned having his hope's up for nothing... He was alone, he was single perhaps he could find some family around. He still had the phone book open as he looked down there was just his name, he had no family in this place. He shook his head as he didn't want to go to his home.. his empty home, he chuckled "Maybe.. pictures yeah pictures will be there and everything.. I will be able to remember if only I could get there." He looked at the address in the phone book, he looked in shock, it was a different address than the one on his license.

                           He had two different addresses, perhaps one of these addresses is his old place he used to live maybe he still had a chance. He grabbed his things as he left his apartment still soaking wet as he called for a cab to take him to those addresses. He first stopped at the one on his license, since it was the closed saying the cab driver. He look at the house as it was an warehouse with a large gate and fence all around it, maybe this was his business place where he worked. He told the driver "alright I have seen enough take me to the other address." As the driver drove away he kept staring at the warehouse in disbelief, smiling to himself. After a while they come upon this large house not a mansion but a two story country style house.

                           He smiled to himself "Wow.. this is it.. my home." he said in more disbelief he was at the one in the phone book stepping out of the cab and paying the driver he walked up to the door. He unlocked the door remembering and laughing as he was remembering where the hidden key was. He took a deep breath as he shook nervous about looking inside he glanced over at the garage noticing there was two vehicles by the garage. He slowly opened the door as he stepped in looking around, closing the door behind him he felt like a stranger in a strangers home. He calm and it felt like home as he looked around for someone anyone else, but none were found he was alone. He frowned looking for pictures to show him with someone anyone.. There was one above his living room fireplace, it was him with his mother.

                           She had her arm wrapped around him in a embrace as she was smiling, and so was he giving the camera a peace sign. He frowned as he gently touched the picture "Mom.." he had a flashback as he was alone at the funeral of his mothers. He frowned he was alone he never knew his father or had any siblings. He sat on his couch, looking at the picture "I'm home, mom.." He began to smile a bit. He soon began to look around once more being curious about his home and the life he once had. He soon caught a glimpse of something under a chair in the corner as he soon stood up and walked over tilting his head wondering what it could be. As he approached he wondered to himself ‘What the heck is that… and why is it over here.’

                            The chair in the corner had a small table next to it, soon he knelled down onto his knees as he bend over looking under the chair. Sticking his arm under the chair, as it felt cold and metallic. Pulling it out as he looked at it as it was a picture frame, he turned it around soon dropping it on the floor. As he had a flashback once more of the people in the picture, which it was a family portrait, it was of him, a female, and baby. He shook his head as his eyes flood with tears as he placed his paws on his ears as the flashback continued to play over and over again in his head as he cried out. The picture showed him in a suit sitting down next to a female rabbit as they were both smiling and holding a baby in their arms. Both were touching each others heads together as they looked as if they both were going to kiss. The baby had a smile on its face as it had both its arms up in the air. The baby had stripes like him but had long ears like the rabbit.


                            A year had passed a he had ran away from the place he had just got back calling a home. He was now in a deep forest away from the cities, he built a home underground. A storm raged on the surface, the winds blowing roughly. A door was the only thing in sight other than tree’s and other things blowing in the wind,  it led to the underground, as it was closed tightly but was unlocked so anyone could come inside. The hallway that leads down into the ground was like a tunnel having a dim light to guide you down. Soon being brought to a door which was also unlocked as well, opening the door it would lead to a living room with a few couches. There was a hallway thru the living room that held rooms going deep down into the ground. There was a fireplace in the living room where wet or cold travelers could sit and dry, warm up. There is a large table in the living room filled with drinks, food.

                      The towels to dry off were down the hall, the rooms each had their own cabinet, chest, closet, dresser. The cabinet was empty and so was the chest, but the dresser usually had clothing in it so the guest could have a change of clothing. Newly added a basement that leads down into the ground, is at the end of the hallway.

Seasons of the devourer

Leaning back holding himself up from the ground, castes a line out into a river from a fishing pole. The pole was sturdy enough made out of different tree types. The maple made the handle, as oak would firmly connect into the maple narrowing into some cedar making the tip of the pole. The shade from the tree behind him, felt nice in the heat that was coming from the ground beneath. His nose twitched back and forth resisting an itch that came upon it. His pants having holes in the knees, and another one on the side of his right leg. Allowed a gentle breeze to touch his skin the breeze felt great against his skin on a day like today. His fishing pole held firmly in the grasp of his hands as his eyes were closed. He could have more of a sensible feeling through the pole telling the difference between a fish and the current under the waters surface. The blades of grass that he felt touching the heel of his feet felt like a soft touch of a cool finger.

His shoes were back at the tent which he made his home, out in the woods he lived sharing what he could with what or whoever came across his own little haven. The nights were long and the days seemed to only get shorter and fewer. Leaning against his invisible chair as his hair dangled down to the ground knotted each strained held onto the other. He hadn't shaved for sometime since he had been out in the wilderness. He had nobody to impress or try to woe, as he usually never did anyways. He only had himself to look after, which was fine with him as he only catch enough to feed one and some days none. The air smelled of pine, from the trees up wind being actual pine trees which he laid under with his tent when it was on its way to be winter. Right now it was still warm and it allowed him to roam around the forest to himself and do more to relax and do as he pleased.

The shirt he wore was split across the chest, along with a scar that followed. He received from a few months ago from a kind animal that he had encountered. He hadn't seen the animal since then so perhaps him being here made the other look elsewhere for food, or at least they stayed out of each others way. Opening up his eyes, the hazel from his eyes told only some of the things he had dealt with in his life, and so far. His gaze was upon his fishing pole a few cracks here and there from the many times he had used the pole for catching fish and laying traps for smaller animals. Rubbing his nose the itch that was inflicted on his nose had gone now only irritation remained.

Soon closing his eyes back once more, as he was relaxing. His breathing was slow and calm having crossing his legs slightly in front of him. In his mind he thought of what he was going to do all the day, perhaps only fish this once. He had other things that needed doing, but they would have to wait until he had something in his stomach. For a short while his head began to ring with the sound of music, he had made his own songs up in his head. They were only for him to use and play as even if they sounded the best in his head he couldn't sing them. He was told far too much he hadn't the voice for such things, so alone he sang them in his head.

The end of the line began slightly jerking to the side, his hands held onto the pole eyes still closed. He wasn't ready for this just yet relaxing as he took a deep breath slowly letting it pass through his lips. "Okay.." he mouthed lifting up the pole towards him. He gave a sudden jerk back over his shoulder, "COME HERE YOU FISHY BITCH!!" He yelled out in a mumble of words. The pole bending as the line was tight tugging and pulling the war had begun. He commented to himself, laughing with a wide grin, only once did what was upon the other side of the line would splash up above the surface. The seconds that passed when he seen with his own eyes what he had.

The sun rays seemed to bask in the glow of what appeared upon the other side of the line. His mouth open in wonder and delight at the sight, for a moment he thought to himself that his pole may not be enough for such a thing. His eyes would say a different story glancing at the pole a flame sparked in his eyes. 'Oh yes!!' they screamed out at the wonder and delight of what seemed to be a dream coming from the waters surface.

[under construction will add more when I finish the next half]

Autumn leaves

When I look through the ceilings leaves you look so peaceful in the breeze. When I wait for you to come to me I imagine everyone flying teasing me for loving you like I do you are my autumn leaf nothing else can do. why can't I get to you? The feeling of so blue the clouds overhead are moving slow I'll try one last time to let you know... That autumn leaves are a breeze the snow falls and the rain leaves us alone so maybe one time we can go see those autumn leaves. Jumping and screaming I let out to let you know my heart it beats like a passing band playing the autumns leaves. In the clouds up so high up you can see the earth below you as you blow. 

The breeze comes and takes you away, with many more leaves you play, with in the sky and on the ground. All I can do is keep from blocking your way, thou I wish to also play. Perhaps even more, but my world won't let it go pulling me back in it does yearly. In a cage so dark and gloomy I sit and wait for you my autumn leaf, perhaps to see you before you leave. The window is so dirty now, as I sit here without a sound my cage like new no way to show. Nobody in or out for many many days all alone I seem to stay, catching glimpses of other leaves. They wave to me from the outside, but I only wanted one to be inside with me. As they bounce at my door, blowing around I can hear them some more. They soon blow away as I reach out of my cage to feel and touch perhaps only just once of a autumn leaf. 

Many things I see outside the windows around me, sorrow fills me as I shake and cower in my cage I stay. Maybe one day maybe today. The colors of the autumn leaves are beauty. Some flaunt it in he breeze passing my me. I do not wish to take part in that, I wish only for perhaps one autumn leaf to be where I am at. Sitting down waiting and watching, my autumn leaf departed past my window I see it float my autumn leaf is gone no more for me. Madness rises from my cage, as I sit the day away darkness grows around my windows creep. Badness evil comes to take, I sit in my cage where I am safe. Safe for only a moment or two, before pulling and tugging upon my cage comes two and then many more pulling me down to darkness's untold.

 My eyes and ears, see and hear of many things as my mind begins to think of different things. Bound and tortured they strip the flesh, my bones pealing out of my chest. The pain is numb for it is not the worse, but cursed to be forever lost in pain. Many darkness I have seen many darkness I have heard, but the worse darkness is to be kept away from my autumn leaves. How I wish I should have opened my door for those autumn leaves, to take me away from this place. This darkness of my own cage, alone I sit darkness stays with me no matter where I go. Darkness delivers me to those that wish it, my autumn leaves are all gone now. No more staring and wishing, as they all blew away blew away from my home. I am out of my cage looking around my home the windows I clean, the floor I sweep, the things I have I keep and take care of. But looking through the windows I see nothing but sand. Sand and no other home, I am alone here and now I miss my autumn leaves.