Lady-Sesshimaru

♥♥♥A huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY to DeviantArt.♥♥♥  I LOVE YOU!!! MARRY ME!! (don't think my boyfriend would like it if a website stole me away from him.  But he knows how I am when it comes to art) 1. THE PEOPLE: I love the variety of people I meet on dA.  I gives me a huge opportunity to learn.  I've met smart people, funny people, emote people, people from other countries,  furry people, artistic people (of course), weird people (define normal), internet addict people, movie people, crazy people, spazzy people, sad people, emo people, GODMOD people, SPPPPPPAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR people, and more.

Name: Hara Age: 5 (human yrs) Appearance: Large black wolf with icy blue eyes. Hara is a little bit larger than most wolves with slightly longer claws as well because the old genes from her dire wolf ancestors runs strong in her blood and it shows well in her physical appearance. She also had a scar in the shape of a bit on her right fore leg.  It was the result of a fox. If you look closely you can see faint spots where she has several fox bites. Other that that she has no serious battle scars yet. Personality:  Hara is a huge softy on the inside. Especially when it comes to pups. However, she is very quiet most of the time and

The first night I went homeless was one to the most unfortunate nights I had ever had. I had actually gone homless that morning.  It was Thanksgiving morning 2009.  I had gotten tired of decisions being made for me.  My mom had been upset with me the day before saying that I had left without telling anybody where I was going.  In fact I thought I had not told her I where I was going for a reason.  I was a suicide plan that I had almost gone through with.  However, I decided not too.  As I was about to ride my bike into the lake, I had thoughts of my younger siblings, my dog, and other family members. I'd managed to stop at the edge just befo

Lately things have been getting so crazy for me.  I've been busy running around like a chicken with my head cut off.  I don't know what else to do because I have become haunted by my memories of the past. These memories follow me wherever I go.  They affect me in such a way that sometimes I cannot have fun.  They force themselves into my mind whether I wish to think about them or not. They haunt me.  He haunts me...so I wrote a poem about it called "Haunted". Broekn inside (heartbroken) I've lost my light and my way My way through life (true love) It has left me in its wake. So easily did he leave (my love) Straight out of my life like

The instinct to survive It's always there on a daily basis in our subconscious mind Homeless That is my place in this world for the moment Food It's an everyday objective to find Drama Unavoidable on the streets of Downtown Denver Rumors You disappear, the homeless population talks This is where I start. Last Thanksgiving (2009)  I went homeless.  I spent 18 and a half years allowing my family to control everything that I do.  Nearly having to sign a contract saying that i would speak of whatever I thought about in order to stay with my grandmother, I left home. You cannot force your way into somebody's mind.  Do not try to pick

So far from home she was when she stepped out of the carriage. "Your desitnation is just down the road and through the tunnel, young lady," explained the carriage driver.  He smiled the curls of his silver-brown mustache moving over his lips. "Thank you, sir," she replied, with a curtsey. "Anytime dear girl," he said as he tipped his musketeer hat and drove away. Anne watched the carriage wobble over a hill.  Folding her hands, she turned around.  Her white dress glowed in the early morning sunlighted.  She herself seemed to glow with her white patent leather shoes, her white cotton tights, and her