IDK my BFF COFFEE?!

Everything seems to be coming together, slowly.

I'm almost done with HP and I'm more in love with it than ever.
Cedric is crate trained and I eliminated his barking within a day, which is frightening.
Potty training is showing major success.

I've taken to an extreme bond with black coffee.
I'm exhausted beyond belief, but happy.

AND if all works well in our favor there might be a condo in Camas, Washington with our names on it? *crosses fingers*

I have no time to think anymore..
Puppy duties. I love this!

My mother doesn't know about the pup.. She can't understand why I love dogs so much. I don't understand why, though, she loves to manipulate and control EVERYTHING.

People kept telling me how hard it is to take care of a dog and how expensive it is, as if I never considered all of this on my own. I've had over five months to think clearly and carefully about having a new dog. It's something that is me and something that I live for. I love the responsibility and the hard work, and I love being worthy of such love.

Nap time, again.

Meet Cedric Diggory

Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Our new baby. :)

Accio Sanity.

Irksome creatures of the underworld, please, open up the gates-
I can't make it out of here alone.
These buckets of 'hope' are weighing me down..

Oh, dung and flobberworms.

Paper towels are honestly the silliest things humans have ever created.



My old lover is back in my life: Oblivion: The Elder Scrolls!

Name: Debzilla
Race: Dark Elf
Level: 10 ^_^
Class: Harry Potter;
Alchemy, Alteration, Conjuration, Destruction, Illusion, Mysticism, and Restoration.
Birth Sign: The Mage.

....Could I be any more PREDICTABLE?! Holy hell.

Continued.. [Story]

William handed her a bowl of the stewed rabbit meat, then sat back and enjoyed his own bowl, keeping his eyes averted. Rainier brought the bowl to her face, feeling the heat and breathing in the aroma; mature Cottontail and Sage. Her senses were completely thankful for the nourishment, and she spooned the contents into her mouth with haste. They ate is silence and then settled even further apart for sleep, having no regard for one another.

Rainier became lost in sleep, dreaming of running, like always. Always the same dream occurred during sleep. She was running full force through the forest. Jumping over fallen trunks and thick bushes with ease, her heart pumping madly in her chest. She came to a stream about six feet wide and anticipated the leap. As she leapt something tugged at her insides and once on the other side something had changed. Still she continued to run, feeling different and running on all four instead of her human feet. She had four large paws that dug into the earth with each step, her hind paws kicking up large clumps of earth with every powerful thrust. Still she continued to run. She felt complete yet terrified--

William woke to a whimpering sound coming from the other side of the camp fire. Dawn was approaching and there was a faint light coming in through the trees. He sat up and placed his hand on his dagger, ready to pull it out at the next sign of danger. He spotted Rainier curled up grabbing her chest and whimpering. If only he knew her secrets, then the mysteries of her sorrow would take form and maybe he could be useful. He sat for a while staring at his dagger and thinking of how powerful he was with it. He was a killer with it, but something made him question whether or not he would be able to conquer her fears and comfort her.

He rose to feed the fire with a few thick branches from his pile. Warming his body from the morning chill he continued to stare at Rainier, as if convincing himself she was real. Such a striking girl under all that dirt, he thought. Her once light-golden hair poured over her shoulders caked with dirt, so that it's color showed more as a golden brown. It framed her face nicely and when she wanted to she could escape within her mess of hair. William found it quite charming when she lowered her head thus resembling a cottontail. She had a strong but dainty brow that was heavy with sorrow, as if she carried every sadness between her eyebrows. Her cheekbones made her blue eyes shine, even with all the dark secrets swimming in them. Her lips were full and a perfect shade of pink, William observed, as they began to tremble--

Rainier was still dreaming and running through the heart of the deep forest, but she had left her human form at the stream. She was stalking her prey in wolf form, with teeth bared and nearing her kill. A few feet ahead her prey stumbled over a log and tumbled to the ground giving her the precious seconds to catch up. She was staring into the eyes of her prey, taking in her scents, and relishing the moment and the glory of a new kill. Her prey shuddered and let out a high scream and Rainier gorged her teeth into its throat. Blood wept from Rainier's mouth as her prey's life drained through her teeth. Feeling savage, Rainier heaved her prey upwards throwing the warm corpse into the air. It collided with the ground with a crunch and thud. Rainier stood on her powerful hind legs and let out a paramount howl that shook everything around her--

Confused, Rainier slowly opened her eyes from her deep sleep. Something was shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes and saw William above her, hand on her shoulder, and deep anxiety in his eyes.. His left hand held the hilt of his dagger in its sheath. Dawn was approaching and she was suddenly anxious to leave the forest.

"We must be going," He said with a worried brow as he got up to hook his pack, leading the way.

Rainier stood up a little shaky. Then lowered her head and began to follow William, suddenly glad for the company.

Unlikely Meeting [story]

Rainier was crouching behind a fallen and decaying log, parallel to the ground, listening hard to the streaming silence that filled the forest air. Riding the wind towards her were the distant shrieks of night birds and a low, heavy panting and a slight tap-tap-tapping noise of something unknown.

Something new was on her trail.

She thrust her body upwards and took a look around in the dark. It dawned on her that she was becoming more and more like a beast; her senses heightened and the forest seeming more like a "home" to her. Suddenly and quite expectantly there was a slow craaaaaack behind her, like the sound she was waiting for. Rainier held herself together and took off running hoping her hunter would follow.

Something was wrong.

There was a solid cloud standing fifteen feet in front of where she once stood. Trying to slow down something collided with her head and threw her onto her back, moaning, bleeding.. Amateur senses.. And she slipped into a heavy sleep and the image of a hand closed in over her eyes.

"The answer is right in front of you.." Echoed in her brain as her head throbbed but refused to wake up. It felt like hours of being trapped conscious inside of her own unconscious head, and she had company with her.

Rainier opened her eyes slowly and was blinded by the light from the fire in front of her. Her hand shot up to her bruised skull and she let out a painful whimper. She sat up with dizziness trying to pull her back down, but she was determined. Her company was a rough looking man of her age with heavy sadness pulling at his mouth. He had dark hair that was in need of a wash and trim, and that's saying it politely; eyes cast down with thick lashes and a thin but able build. He was stirring a pot of something over the fire with his dagger. A peculiar silver dagger so sharp it made her wince at the sight of it. Its handle was made of a white stone with a carving in it, but his hand covered the image revealing only a claw.

She stood up and inched closer to him keeping her eyes steadily on him. She was behind him looking into the pot. A deep breath later identified the contents as rabbit. She crawled in front of him, avoiding the fire, to look in his eyes. They were a deep grey she had never seen before, still the same sadness lingered in them. She sat in front of him and took in his scent. A grave danger but no threat it told her-- As if he heard her, his eyes darted upward and he stared at her. She was back sitting beside the fire clutching her head with her hand, staring at him with a stunned expression.

"Sorry about that," he said pointing his dagger at her head, "I thought you were something else... Never mind." He said after her look turned from stunned to confused.

"Oh," She said softly and shyly looking down to distract herself from his gaze,
"I'm Rainier."

"William." He said with a smile that she didn't see.

Too Little Too Late.

Dearest Debbie,

I find that cages do not suit me well, therefor I have taken the pleasure of a personal vacation out in the vast, amazing world. (I have the means. I've been saving for ages.) I bid you farewell for a short while and I hope you do well in the meantime.

Enclosed is a photograph of me (sitting in the most luxurious chair, ever) having some Earl Grey with the Queen of England! Can you believe it? I daresay I had the best afternoon of my life!

P.S.
Since I am no longer with you, my dear, please remember to pay your bills. It would be tragic trying to find you around town if they threw you out. I'll keep in touch.

Much love to you, Your Brain.






Sickness was fixing me some
coughed out my heart in the last stall
now that the damage is done
I never miss it at all.