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• 2006-05-27
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• Novelist, Editor, German Translator, Big Sister, Oldest Daughter, Okaa-san's Best Friend, Oyaji's favorite daughter, Haichi's true love, 2nd chair flute for the Warwick Raider band, and finally a Kitsune.
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• Everything I do is an acheivement, unless i screw up...then it's Haichi's fault!!!!
Anime Fan Since
• 4th grade. Gundam Wing. good times, good times...
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• Gundam Wing, Wolf's Rain, Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, Gravitation, Yu Yu Hakusho, Inuyasha, Fruits Basket, Full Metal Alchemist, Weiss Kreuz, Naruto, Kyo Kara Moah, Sukisho, Ouran High Host CLub, Yami no Matsuei...to many...
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• TO BE A NOVELIST! like Shigure-sensei and Yuki-sensei!!!!
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• reading, writing, drawing, watching anime, annoying Okaa-san, bossing around under classmen, clinging to Haichi...
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• above...PLUS. i have a wierd ability to recognize anime voice actors and i can memorize any ENGLISH song i hear the first time i hear it and i can SORT OF sing any JAPANESE song the first time i hear it....i can't really memorize japanese songs well...




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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

   where am i?!
Hey what's up my Loyal Fans?! *lol* i've been working on my latest story and have the Proluge written here it is if any of you are interested:

The Lord of the Forest, prolouge:

Fear is a tangible thing. It sits in your stomach like a rock and gnaws at your mind with thoughts of pain, loss, or death. With terrible teeth and slashing claws it tears at your heels and makes you plunge forward.
It was from this fear that a young wolf plowed is way through the frozen snow. Behind him, a pack of hounds bayed their bloodlust. Dripping blood, he paused only long enough to throw his head back and howl. It started of as a high-pitched sound of pain and ended in a deep, sorrowful note of longing. It said ‘I won’t be back’ and in a clearing miles away five other wolves lifted their heads in confusion and shock.
He couldn’t turn back to fight. The time of that had ended when a mastiff had ripped open his forearm and the side of his head, slashing his left ear to ribbons. All that was left to do was run. If he was lucky, he might find a den to hide in or an unfrozen river where the dogs would lose the scent.
They could never understand what he was. Or what he stood for. Why they were so much alike. And when a human doesn’t understand those things, they respond by killing the object of their confusion. And it was because of this that the young wolf, blood plastered to his head and leg ran blindly through the forest laden with snow.
In the treetops, crows and ravens watched with amused caws as the light in the young wolf’s amber eyes dimmed. His paws, blistered from the ice between his fleshy pads, dripped blood and slowed. The birds laughed; maybe they had found their next meal. With a muffled thud, the young wolf stumbled onto his face, his back legs sprawled at an unnatural angle. With a grunt, he pulled himself back up and took an uneasy step. He paused and turned. From the blackened forest appeared three slobbering hounds, their eyes red from bloodlust. He couldn’t run, couldn’t fight. Within a couple of bounds, the hounds had him.

Hope you like :)
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