She stopped running when her legs gave out. She crashed to the ground in a small nube of dust and césped, hierba and simply laid there, sobbing. She stayed there for well over half an hour, and when she had finished, she didn't feel any better.
Filled with a sudden rage that she couldn't control, Mittens turned to find out where she was, and to see if there was possibly anything she could destroy. She was in an alley, surrounded por cardboard boxes, rusted oil drums, and a junked car. Her eyes lit upon the boxes and she pounced on them, biting and tearing them to shreds. Having been declawed, her paws weren't much use other than holding down the corrugated cardboard to sink her teeth into.
After destroying quite a few boxes, and surrounding herself with mounds of the shredded material, Mittens finally stopped. The rampage of destruction had left her feeling at least a little better, but still angry. She turned to head home, but stopped when a voice behind her called her name.
Surprised, but determined to hide it, the feline turned to face the newcomer. It was a wolf, a light furred, blue-eyed lobo with a pleasant expression on her face.
"Who the hell are you?" Mittens demanded.
The she-wolf shrugged off the insolence without pausing.
"It is not I who matters, but you," she dicho cryptically.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mittens growled.
The lobo paused, as if to consider the question.
After a moment, she went on.
"Shouldn't tu be at home, Mittens?" she asked kindly.
"Don't talk to me like tu know me!" Mittens yelled. "Don't tu dare!"
"What is troubling you?"
"None of your business."
"Keeping it bottled inside does nothing but harm."
Mittens snorted.
"What do tu want?" she spat.
"The pregunta is not what I want, it is what tu want."
For the first time, Mittens took the time to really look at whom she was talking to. The lobo was small for a wolf, but still larger than she was. Her ears were erect, displaying confidence. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue, and in them Mittens could see someone who was comfortable in their own skin.
She relented, deciding to talk to this strange wolf.
"Well, tu see, at my home, there's this dog... His name is Bolt, and I'm in amor with him."
The she-wolf looked interested.
"What caused this?" she asked.
"It's a long story..." Mittens dicho vaguely.
Another look into the wolf's eyes was enough to have her spilling the entire story.
"-so, tu see, he doesn't want me. I mean, he's got no one else... What harm could at least trying do?"
"You dicho tu wanted to be a dog?" the lobo inquired.
Mittens nodded.
"Does having him really mean that much to you?"
Another nod.
"What would tu be willing to do for it?"
She looked up. "Anything," she whispered hoarsely.
The she-wolf considered this.
"I shall make tu a deal."
The cat's gaze locked onto the lobo with a determination that could not be broken.
"I will turn tu into a dog on three conditions. First, I shall take your voice. Second, tu may not tell him who tu are, though he is allowed to figure it out. Third, if tu want your voice back, he must fall in amor with tu within three days, starting from the time tu wake up tomorrow morning."
"Deal." Mittens uttered that word with a sense of finality and resolve.
"Then it is done."
The female lobo stretched out her paw and touched Mittens on the parte superior, arriba of the head. The instant contact was made, Mittens' eyes rolled backwards into her head and she dropped where she stood, unconscious before she hit the ground.
Filled with a sudden rage that she couldn't control, Mittens turned to find out where she was, and to see if there was possibly anything she could destroy. She was in an alley, surrounded por cardboard boxes, rusted oil drums, and a junked car. Her eyes lit upon the boxes and she pounced on them, biting and tearing them to shreds. Having been declawed, her paws weren't much use other than holding down the corrugated cardboard to sink her teeth into.
After destroying quite a few boxes, and surrounding herself with mounds of the shredded material, Mittens finally stopped. The rampage of destruction had left her feeling at least a little better, but still angry. She turned to head home, but stopped when a voice behind her called her name.
Surprised, but determined to hide it, the feline turned to face the newcomer. It was a wolf, a light furred, blue-eyed lobo with a pleasant expression on her face.
"Who the hell are you?" Mittens demanded.
The she-wolf shrugged off the insolence without pausing.
"It is not I who matters, but you," she dicho cryptically.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mittens growled.
The lobo paused, as if to consider the question.
After a moment, she went on.
"Shouldn't tu be at home, Mittens?" she asked kindly.
"Don't talk to me like tu know me!" Mittens yelled. "Don't tu dare!"
"What is troubling you?"
"None of your business."
"Keeping it bottled inside does nothing but harm."
Mittens snorted.
"What do tu want?" she spat.
"The pregunta is not what I want, it is what tu want."
For the first time, Mittens took the time to really look at whom she was talking to. The lobo was small for a wolf, but still larger than she was. Her ears were erect, displaying confidence. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue, and in them Mittens could see someone who was comfortable in their own skin.
She relented, deciding to talk to this strange wolf.
"Well, tu see, at my home, there's this dog... His name is Bolt, and I'm in amor with him."
The she-wolf looked interested.
"What caused this?" she asked.
"It's a long story..." Mittens dicho vaguely.
Another look into the wolf's eyes was enough to have her spilling the entire story.
"-so, tu see, he doesn't want me. I mean, he's got no one else... What harm could at least trying do?"
"You dicho tu wanted to be a dog?" the lobo inquired.
Mittens nodded.
"Does having him really mean that much to you?"
Another nod.
"What would tu be willing to do for it?"
She looked up. "Anything," she whispered hoarsely.
The she-wolf considered this.
"I shall make tu a deal."
The cat's gaze locked onto the lobo with a determination that could not be broken.
"I will turn tu into a dog on three conditions. First, I shall take your voice. Second, tu may not tell him who tu are, though he is allowed to figure it out. Third, if tu want your voice back, he must fall in amor with tu within three days, starting from the time tu wake up tomorrow morning."
"Deal." Mittens uttered that word with a sense of finality and resolve.
"Then it is done."
The female lobo stretched out her paw and touched Mittens on the parte superior, arriba of the head. The instant contact was made, Mittens' eyes rolled backwards into her head and she dropped where she stood, unconscious before she hit the ground.
The cars in my articulo series "The Race" are a wide variety of supercars that are modified to be race ready.
Wolfpack Motorsports: 2010 Maserati GranTurismo MC GT4
07: Sweets Spaur/Rich Spaur/Jon Gies
89: Phil Loth/Jenna Loth/Angelina Jolie
97: Colby Browning/Scar Browning/Sasha Thompson
Risi Competizione: 2010 Ferrari 458 Italia GT
12: Todd Corey/Brittany Chase/Adam Taylor
Omega Racing: audi R8 LMS
36: Daniel Lucas/Crystal Lucas
Shadow Racing Team: bmw M3 GTS
Falken Motorsports: Mercedes SL65 AMG GT
The other cars are as follows: Jaguar XKR-S GT, Porsche 911 GT3 RS, and the Lamborghini LP560-4 Gallardo.
I'll get pics made of the cars soon, and I'll get them uploaded
Wolfpack Motorsports: 2010 Maserati GranTurismo MC GT4
07: Sweets Spaur/Rich Spaur/Jon Gies
89: Phil Loth/Jenna Loth/Angelina Jolie
97: Colby Browning/Scar Browning/Sasha Thompson
Risi Competizione: 2010 Ferrari 458 Italia GT
12: Todd Corey/Brittany Chase/Adam Taylor
Omega Racing: audi R8 LMS
36: Daniel Lucas/Crystal Lucas
Shadow Racing Team: bmw M3 GTS
Falken Motorsports: Mercedes SL65 AMG GT
The other cars are as follows: Jaguar XKR-S GT, Porsche 911 GT3 RS, and the Lamborghini LP560-4 Gallardo.
I'll get pics made of the cars soon, and I'll get them uploaded
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This is a disclaimer that I am not competing with A&O, I am not trying to set a opinion of the movie and/or affect the market, And I am not editing the actual film, just screenshots. I am in no way saying that I own A&O and other Tm's such as characters, though I am saying the editar shots are mine, though I give credit to lions gate and the A&O film. These imágenes are parodies which are not meant to harm anything in any way. This is a parody NOT a satire. I have asked crest animación for permission before but have not gotten a reply.
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This is a disclaimer that I am not competing with A&O, I am not trying to set a opinion of the movie and/or affect the market, And I am not editing the actual film, just screenshots. I am in no way saying that I own A&O and other Tm's such as characters, though I am saying the editar shots are mine, though I give credit to lions gate and the A&O film. These imágenes are parodies which are not meant to harm anything in any way. This is a parody NOT a satire. I have asked crest animación for permission before but have not gotten a reply.
THIS IS A PARODY
Hank666
Fanpop.com