If you owned the world...

yeah but i stay fit by playing soccer all the time so i don't worry about it:]

Mmmmm~ True.

and i like my figure the way it is and if anyone else doesn't like it they can go away

xD Go~ Momo~!

X] Luna "i Care!!" *raises Arm*XD

*raises arm, stern faced* .. I care ..

'nuff said.

By the way, check chat please

okie dokie!~X]

Thanks :3

no problems:]

^^

Well I don't get much physical activity cause I'm a geek, so I have to exercise or else I gain weight. I have been trying to jog and workout more often recently and it's paying off

But even if you gain some weight you still have to like yourself, otherwise it's hard to have a good outlook on life.

*smiles slightly* I'm not fat,
I'm just undertoned..

I used to have an eight pack,
but as I got older, I toned down on purpose. Girls with rock hard abs look funny o.o hehe~?

But, I guess by toning down, I got too lazy and well.. I just need to start working out again^^

An eight pack? O_o... I didn't think there was such a thing. I thought 6 pack was the best.

anyways.. back to the story..


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Momos ears perked and wiggled as she listened intently to the tune. Her mind knew only one thing, she valued this male. Whoever he was, it did not matter. She leaned forward, closer to Kazuma. Inhaling silently, she caught up his scent strongly... fascinated, she recalled to herself, he smells strong. Spices and earth in his scent.
Eyes wide, you stare at this strange female, Kazuma. Her eyes are searching yours, her face seeming, perfect..

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How is it, you wonder, that a girl with ears and a tail, could be so normal. Her pink hair, and green eyes, shock you. Her feminine figure and poise, amaze you.

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"Excuse me," Kazuma murmurs softly. He puts down the instrument, gently. Genuine care in his voice, he looks at Momo. "May I ask your name?" he said, softly.

i have a smexy figureX]

Cool updates.

When does the villain come in?

Hehehe~ you'll see

Okay

Tsukinoke,

A lean wolf travels through the woods, at the far edge of a large city. Her large ears pick up the heart beats of traveling gaurds, the guards of the city. Her body, though unusually large and strong, has an unusual ability.

A silver irridescent sickly wolf prowls after these guards. Fur matted, eyes hollow, ribs showing, she tracks them. Unable to see, she relies entirely on her nose and large ears.

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Tsukinoke,
A one of a kind being, neither living nor dead. Truly a work of art, or a dangerous weapon. Tsukinoke, you play a large roll in this story. You were born of an attempt to save someone. A creation of love and despair, gone wrong with the corrupt of their heart. Your purpose, lost. Your life, hard. Your memory, everlasting. Your goal, live. Sick and weak, you continue your path, aimlessly, until you caught a scent, something that draws you in.
A being originally meant to be good, godly, loving, kind.. now a dangerous physical product of evil. I will not help you, Tsukinoke. It is against my will and my powers for me to do so, as you stand on the other side.
The wolf bares her fangs, cringing at the sound of a voice. A voice both feminine, but having the strength of a male.
Oh young one, you need not fear me, nor need you fight me. I am just a voice. To guide you. To warn you. I cannot help you, and I cannot hurt you. You are not of my creation, as for, you do not belong, and my rules do not apply to you.

The wolf hisses and lowers to the ground. "I need not hear you, Kazuma Ochi," her voice is of gravel and deep. Fear is filling her heart as she dashes at the gaurds, mindlessly. Without thought.

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The first one, was a man no older than twenty six. He had a wife, and a baby on the way. A decent man, who lived life as best as he could. Poor thing, never knew what was coming to him.
The sound of claws on snow, warned him, far too late. He only had turned his head, to see the pure white eyes of death, heading for him. The pain he felt, was nothing. The fear he had, was none. As he died instantly. Impaled through the heart, and decapitated. His head toppled to the ground, his neck a spewing fountain of crimson. Painting intricate designs in the snow.
Large paw prints came in his direction, but vanished behind him. A whip-like tail waving through the fog.
Tsukinoke, had struck again.

Wow. Very good. The part about Tsukinoke hearing the voice is fascinating. And I like how you describe how the man with a wife dies. It feels very real.

O-Oh, th..thank you^///^

Thank you for critiquing (if its spelled wrong, Idc~ >w>) but please continue to do so, it helps me :3

Sure. I will continue critiquing.

Hehe~

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i like the details you write in the story it makes it more realistic^^