...its just one of those days.

- Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff -

I'm okay now, I just went through a whole mass of thoughts that played badly in my head walking to work so I vented it on paper.

NOTHING IS WRONG!

So.

I have a story!

"Thrasher lay upon the rock on the edge of her territory. Eyes glazed over, she would make damn sure that noone would come through - not alive. Muscles aching from the tenseness in her body, the adrenaline surges hitting her hard and fast as she knew who and what to attack if they ever come near her lands.

Here she was happy with her mate.

Yet.

Something still played on her mind as she heard pawsteps approaching. Flat on the rock, she projected her hatred for the figure, a warning as her claws made seep grooves into the stone. Blue eyes never ceasing to track the wolf's movements.

He turned.

He ran.

Her message was clear."