Waltz Moore

[Misfit]

Sonny sat on a rock at the edge of the Hot Springs, he had taken off his black Converse and socks and now his barefeet dangled in the warm water. His best, and only friend Novacaine the Hellhound, sat beside him. A notebook lay across the boy's lap and his sprawling handwriting leapt across the page, he was writing more lyrics. It seemed like that was all he did these days; write lyrics to the songs that ran through his mind. These songs were his life; literally. He wrote the things that when on in his life down in this half-full notebook. He wrote something down and then looked up at Novak. Who flashed his master a smile, Sonny reached out with his free hand and gave his friend a soft pat.

"Well Sonny, have you finished it?" Novak asked him. Sonny nodded, "Yeah, I did." "What's it called, you've worked on this for three whole days. I want to hear it!" Novak's pronged tail waved back and forth. "It's called Waltz Moore. And this is how it goes..."

I can’t eat anything
without shoving my hands down my throat
And I refuse to meet the world without smearing on makeup
With my hair blinding my eyes
Oh, blinding my eyes

I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like to feel ugly all the time?

I stretched myself across the world
Pushing my limits
For your entertainment and
You had the nerve
To call out my weaknesses
To drag me through the dirt

I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like to feel ugly all the time?

Ooh
I’m staring at the mirror
Looking back at the person I hate

I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like….

I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen my own eyes
Or the color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like to feel ugly all the time?

Ooh
The color of my skin
Do you know what it’s like to feel ugly all the…

The boy's voice echoed all around them, Novak swayed with the sound of the boy's voice. It was a truly deep, emotional song. The hellhound nodded with great approval, "Wonderful Sonny, absolutly wonderful!" The boy nodded, "Thanks Novak..." But what the hellhound didn't know was that there were tears welling up in the boy's eyes...the song was so true to him. It was like his very own anthem.

[Haruka]

Creeping through the trees, the Phantom Dragon kept to the shadows, his favorite place to be. With his tail up and swinging back and forth as his body trotted swiftly through the trees, there seemed to be no solid mass to the creature. His body moved effortlessly, as if he never touched the ground, no rock obstructed his gait and no tree branches or twigs snapped around or beneath him. There was nothing to give his presence away and nothing to prove he was there, his image disappearing behind the thick trees and the heavy underbrush only to flicker back into view just long enough for one to turn their head to see...

Moving swiftly through his domain, the dragon circled his favorite hunting ground: the hot springs. Humans were known to dare grace its surface, only to face the might of the spirit of the white dragon, or so he was called. Whether he was or not was unsure even to the creature himself. But whether he was or not was not important to him either. Spirit or not, living or dead, there'd be no soliciting in his territory. When would these mortals learn?

Continuing to circle the water, the creature moved close enough so that a keen eye might be able to distinguish his pale white form against the black background and between the shadows and trees, but remained hidden for the most part. Most of the time, a mere glimpse of his muscular body and the mass rippling beneath his heavy scared skin was enough to send the squeamish packing...

[Misfit]

Sonny felt there was a presence around him, what the hell it was he had no idea. But there was something in the trees, wandering about him and Novak. Who seemed to sense it too, the hellhound's eyes began to narrow and they turned to a brilliant glowing yellow. His hackles raised on his shoulders and he growled a bit. "There's something in the trees..." He snarled, and pointed his muzzle in the right direction. Sonny turned and looked, and he thought he saw some white form in the darkness, but he wasn't too sure.

"Umm..hello?" He called out, sure it was a stupid thing to do but it wasn't like whatever was out there was planning on killing him...or was it? He sat there, sitting up and looking about, he was ready if he needed to shift into his demon form and fight off whatever was there...

[Haruka]

Well, who or whatever was invading his forest was not leaving with a mere glimpse. Pitty. Growling softly to himself ina anticipation, the large creature continued his rythmic trotting, going around the water's edge one way before doubling back the other, his head down and his pupil-less optics focused on the interlopers. these were his woods, how dare they interveen? Growling softly again, the dragon's pacing picked up speeed, his clever mind trying to make a plan as to what to do with the strangers. they out numbered him so attack was useless. he'd have to try something a little different... but what?