Ahwoo. I am wise and run with the pack, as a leader. (Wolf)
...shaddup...I'm sleeping. (Bear)
Shh...I'm sneaky and I'm a loner, now leave me alone. (Panther)
Woof Woof! Yap Yap! Arrooo! Bow wow! I'm rather talkative! Bow wow!~ (Dog)
SIlver and shiny, blurred and hazy around the edges.
Neon! Mind-numbing overload of neon green and hot pink!!
Black like a paper doll cut from the sky.
Every freakin' color!!!!!!!
I'd color it red and green just to mess with them, and add a santa hat and a beard too.
All sorts of creature runnin' amuck. They are kind of creepy but I feed them anyway.
A beautiful utopia.
My world faces disaster whenever I'm in a mood.
I dunno, I can't fit a WORLD inside my head? Whaddayah, crazy?
I do it on purpose.
I do it by accident.
All the time! Aah! I did it again! Nooooooo!
My word is off tilt and will break down at any moment.
I remain behind the solid concrete walls in solititude.
I'm almost never angry, I live in a rubber-ball world and mood usually bounces back up again.
If my world becomes upside-down when I'm angry, and you put me right-side up, be wary for there might be an after-shock.
My worlds light, an up in the air rubber castle moment.
My fort remains the same.
My world regains it's constant tilt. Spinning throughout night and day.
My word is right-side up. :)