Mako and Love

Mako and Love

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, Jan 5, 20211h 3m
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Fanfic
Final Fantasy
In a place above the clouds before the heavens, a world where only wolves and their pray live lies unknown... In this sky island, peace and love live on forever. Two wolves of this world have never understood or known peace and love. They've been washed up on the shores of hopelessness and had their hearts ripped apart by despair. But can something, or someone, heal their mind and piece their hearts? And if something does manage to heal them, will they be able to stay that way? Hiding deep in the shadows, hope, love, and peace are waiting for them, but they have to make it through despair, hopelessness, and pain, both physical and mental, to emerge on the other side. To gain, we must lose a couple of battles, endure bloodshed and agony, and fall. Before anyone can free the soul, they have to fall. And you fall for a long, long, long time. (Contains colorful language{swearing}, suicide, and is a bit dark. NOT FOR LITTLE CHILDREN.) DISCLAIMER: I own only the cover art and some drawings, Cocoa, and the idea to write a book. Sephiroth belongs to the creators of Final Fantasy 7, my best friend owns a lot of stuff. This is our roleplay(more or less) as a story on Wolves' Life 3 in Roblox. Shyfoox owns wolves life and Roblox has its owners. And for all you people who are rereading this, hopefully, this is better. (Note 02/03/21 (mm/dd/yyyy) - not the best representation of my current work, this was the first true story I published to the internet and it holds a position very close to my heart.)
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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