The werewolf Malayia Kane walked out of the academy, and towards the lake. She didn't really like water all that much, but it was nice sometimes, and she did like swimming at times, but since it was absolutely freezing out, she just wanted to go there, to think, and maybe sing a little, even if thats what she i everything day of her hundred years of life. She smiled slightly, as she trudge through the ankle deep snow.
She wore some boot, her blue jeans over them, and then a long sleeved black shirt, and a Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt over it, an then a thick poncho over it, to keep her warmer. Her red hair flowed freely down her back, though, she wore a winter hat, that said Abbey Road on it. She didn't like winter all that much, but still she went out into it, even if it did bring bad memories. Logos despised winter, and since it was near that time of the accident that happened about 30 years ago.
All of the band members were always said by this time since in the accident, Leafer died, and Logos lost his right arm, therefore, crippling him, and he missed playing the guitar, and all those instruments, it had been his life, now, he's stuck with singing. Shaking her head, Mala attempted to rid herself of those thoughts, as she reached the edge of the lake, and she stared at its basically frozen surface.
"There's just so many things you never needed to say.
Like I'm your other soul, but you can love them all
Your tears are meaningless, they're written on your face.
Just like your empty words, just like the chemical.
Just like the disease that stains your lips tonight.
You are the disease that's in my life.
If it's no ones fault,
There's just no one to blame and nothing to say.
This time it's no ones fault.
So there's nothing to save and no one to hate.
But I want to so bad.
Believe me."
Mala sang a bit of a song, called The Dark that Follos, by Evans Blue. She loved the band, she thought they had good music, and her band even played a bit of his music, Logos especially, he like knows every song out there, throw one at him, and he'll sing it. She smiled again, before going in search for a rock to sit on, not wanting to sit on the snow covered ground.
She wore some boot, her blue jeans over them, and then a long sleeved black shirt, and a Lynyrd Skynyrd shirt over it, an then a thick poncho over it, to keep her warmer. Her red hair flowed freely down her back, though, she wore a winter hat, that said Abbey Road on it. She didn't like winter all that much, but still she went out into it, even if it did bring bad memories. Logos despised winter, and since it was near that time of the accident that happened about 30 years ago.
All of the band members were always said by this time since in the accident, Leafer died, and Logos lost his right arm, therefore, crippling him, and he missed playing the guitar, and all those instruments, it had been his life, now, he's stuck with singing. Shaking her head, Mala attempted to rid herself of those thoughts, as she reached the edge of the lake, and she stared at its basically frozen surface.
"There's just so many things you never needed to say.
Like I'm your other soul, but you can love them all
Your tears are meaningless, they're written on your face.
Just like your empty words, just like the chemical.
Just like the disease that stains your lips tonight.
You are the disease that's in my life.
If it's no ones fault,
There's just no one to blame and nothing to say.
This time it's no ones fault.
So there's nothing to save and no one to hate.
But I want to so bad.
Believe me."
Mala sang a bit of a song, called The Dark that Follos, by Evans Blue. She loved the band, she thought they had good music, and her band even played a bit of his music, Logos especially, he like knows every song out there, throw one at him, and he'll sing it. She smiled again, before going in search for a rock to sit on, not wanting to sit on the snow covered ground.