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Sorry about this week guys D: School and Homework has a whole new definition in my book now~ and it's basically refferred to as ETERNITY AND NEVERENDING ESSAY AND ASSIGNMENTS.

Even Art homework is hard for me to complete within my schedule. There's just not enough hours of the day, and these days, I'm getting home 7pm or 9pm (volleyball games) to do my homework. I used to go to sleep at 11pm or 12pm in the past on a daily basis, but geez >____> now, I have to go at 3am almost every day, and I feel like a frickin zombie.

I fell asleep in Euro Class like.. 4 times this week D: I swear, and TOK class is just.. weird. LIKE, it's awesome we get to go into the reasoning and stuff behind THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE AND KNOWLEDGE, but.. gahh THERE'S SO MUCH THINKING INVOLVED, and JUST THE WORLD MORE COMPLICATED AND CONFUSING to me.

aughhhhggrrr WHOS READY FOR ANOTHER VACATION??

;;

And due to this, I am very sorry for my commissioners~ I'll admit, I haven't got around to sketching most of them until just a few hours ago. My Saturdays are occupied with the oil painting class I talked about a few journals ago.

I want to be 15 again~

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Background Story Thing

You might notice that in Denali's reference, it is noted that he has been diagnosed with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), and you can guess, his early child reflected trauma.

Denali Falls was born to a single mother, and had a twin sister as well. The whereabouts of there father were unknown to them since their mother refused to discuss about him.

Daily life was always a struggle for the family of three, since like the rest of the world (at least is seemed so to Denali) food was scarce, for the lower class and its laborers.

But to make up for the harsh reality they were set in, Denali and his sister had their mother to turn to for comfort and explanations.

Why did everybody fear the wolves with the red scarfs?
Because the red scarves represent who they work for, and wolves in general are scary, aren't they?

Why is there no food for everybody?
Others took more than their, and there's not a lot left for us.

Mom, shouldn't Dad be here, with us?

Instantly, when Denali's sister asked this question one day, their mother was deeply saddened. She turned away, and never answered her childrens' confused glances.

[This was all Denali's perspective of course]

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It turns out, Denali's father was actually an informant/spy who worked against the party of "red scarves". Being so, the nature of job required of him to leave his family behind for the sake of his political beliefs. His work was dangerous, and to protect any evidence of his ties with his family, Denali's father completely disappeared.

With his sacrifice, Denali's life would be relatively safe and peaceful until the year he turned 11 years old.

The wolves they had feared, worshiped, and let them trample over their city, appeared one day around the apartment building the Fall's family took up residence in.

At first it was just one.

The wolf was large, and sported an ominous light colored scar as his yellow eyes darted over towards any movement they could pick up. He would just stand on the corner and peer over whenever Denali or his mother and sister exited the complex. In a nonchalant manner, this first wolf kept a pack of cigarettes with him every day. Denali wasn't sure if his mother or sister noticed him, but they were a common sight around the city.

Then the subordinates came. There were two. Then three.

And on the 4th night, Denali came home to find it burning. There were many people, and government vehicles. Hiding behind the spectators, Denali could see the source of their attention against the backdrop of fire.

His mother was being ripped away from his sister who was crying horribly, while clinging to her mother's sleeves with terror evident in her struggle. Denali had wanted to cry out, but he was too scared to move forward himself and could only widen his eyes in terror when his mother was thrown to the ground and his sister forced into one of the dark cars.

Then the scarred wolf appeared as he walked out of the vehicle, before opening the other door to let a poor beaten shaped figure out.

At this gasps were heard from the crowd, and even Denali's mother had grown silent.

UHHH END

here for now

too tired

D:

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IN other news~ I want to like SET UP AN OFFICIAL SITE, so I can like put all my junk and crap on it~~

But geez domain names are pricey |:

The cheapest for like.. 5 years on freewebs is like...

$74.75

adskfha;sdkf;

I could earn the money through commissions and stuff, but gahh~ I need that extra money to pay off school stuff like art supplies and THESE LITTLE RANDOM FEES THAT ANNOY ME

oh and on top of everything- my mom wants me to get a real job. oh no.

Description
Sorry about this week guys D: School and Homework has a whole new definition in my book now~ and it's basically refferred to as ETERNITY AND NEVERENDING ESSAY AND ASSIGNMENTS.

Even Art homework is hard for me to complete within my schedule. There's just not enough hours of the day, and these days, I'm getting home 7pm or 9pm (volleyball games) to do my homework. I used to go to sleep at 11pm or 12pm in the past on a daily basis, but geez >____> now, I have to go at 3am almost every day, and I feel like a frickin zombie.

I fell asleep in Euro Class like.. 4 times this week D: I swear, and TOK class is just.. weird. LIKE, it's awesome we get to go into the reasoning and stuff behind THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE AND KNOWLEDGE, but.. gahh THERE'S SO MUCH THINKING INVOLVED, and JUST THE WORLD MORE COMPLICATED AND CONFUSING to me.

aughhhhggrrr WHOS READY FOR ANOTHER VACATION??

;;

And due to this, I am very sorry for my commissioners~ I'll admit, I haven't got around to sketching most of them until just a few hours ago. My Saturdays are occupied with the oil painting class I talked about a few journals ago.

I want to be 15 again~

----------------------------
Background Story Thing

You might notice that in Denali's reference, it is noted that he has been diagnosed with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), and you can guess, his early child reflected trauma.

Denali Falls was born to a single mother, and had a twin sister as well. The whereabouts of there father were unknown to them since their mother refused to discuss about him.

Daily life was always a struggle for the family of three, since like the rest of the world (at least is seemed so to Denali) food was scarce, for the lower class and its laborers.

But to make up for the harsh reality they were set in, Denali and his sister had their mother to turn to for comfort and explanations.

Why did everybody fear the wolves with the red scarfs?
Because the red scarves represent who they work for, and wolves in general are scary, aren't they?

Why is there no food for everybody?
Others took more than their, and there's not a lot left for us.

Mom, shouldn't Dad be here, with us?

Instantly, when Denali's sister asked this question one day, their mother was deeply saddened. She turned away, and never answered her childrens' confused glances.

[This was all Denali's perspective of course]

-----

It turns out, Denali's father was actually an informant/spy who worked against the party of "red scarves". Being so, the nature of job required of him to leave his family behind for the sake of his political beliefs. His work was dangerous, and to protect any evidence of his ties with his family, Denali's father completely disappeared.

With his sacrifice, Denali's life would be relatively safe and peaceful until the year he turned 11 years old.

The wolves they had feared, worshiped, and let them trample over their city, appeared one day around the apartment building the Fall's family took up residence in.

At first it was just one.

The wolf was large, and sported an ominous light colored scar as his yellow eyes darted over towards any movement they could pick up. He would just stand on the corner and peer over whenever Denali or his mother and sister exited the complex. In a nonchalant manner, this first wolf kept a pack of cigarettes with him every day. Denali wasn't sure if his mother or sister noticed him, but they were a common sight around the city.

Then the subordinates came. There were two. Then three.

And on the 4th night, Denali came home to find it burning. There were many people, and government vehicles. Hiding behind the spectators, Denali could see the source of their attention against the backdrop of fire.

His mother was being ripped away from his sister who was crying horribly, while clinging to her mother's sleeves with terror evident in her struggle. Denali had wanted to cry out, but he was too scared to move forward himself and could only widen his eyes in terror when his mother was thrown to the ground and his sister forced into one of the dark cars.

Then the scarred wolf appeared as he walked out of the vehicle, before opening the other door to let a poor beaten shaped figure out.

At this gasps were heard from the crowd, and even Denali's mother had grown silent.

UHHH END

here for now

too tired

D:

--------------------

IN other news~ I want to like SET UP AN OFFICIAL SITE, so I can like put all my junk and crap on it~~

But geez domain names are pricey |:

The cheapest for like.. 5 years on freewebs is like...

$74.75

adskfha;sdkf;

I could earn the money through commissions and stuff, but gahh~ I need that extra money to pay off school stuff like art supplies and THESE LITTLE RANDOM FEES THAT ANNOY ME

oh and on top of everything- my mom wants me to get a real job. oh no.