Phantom Hollow and she's only one dance away

mini mansions

As time progressed, in an unexpected manner, so did the male's desire to get more active and, maybe in an attempt to cover, or lamely make up for the time he had carelessly lost by chasing girls' tails and then mourning for some. He did not want to waste any more time in petty things such as seeking who did not want to be sought, or having regrets. The bullshit he had commited, and had thought of commiting himself to, in the past had been tucked away inside his mother's coffin. With her sad endind he had not only decided to have a new beginning, but also to have a stronger come back.
Even if since joining the Teekon Wilds life and luck had seemed to have greeted him like a punch in the groin, Finn was ready to swing back.

During those sad, mournful nights under the dying stars and the birthing rays of light Finn had come to a counclusion --  a simple and firm veredict that would stand beside his incomprehensible view on the opposite gender. For once and for all Finn had reached the light to the enigma.
Girls were death.
Or in other words, death was a girl.

If they were not out there torturing a poor man with their roundabout answers and implicit --yet undecipherable-- mind games, they were scurring in the night, using their bright eyes and sensuality to manipulate and control whoever crossed their path into, what could only be described as an early grave.
Because even if their poisonous kisses and promises did not suffocate you instantly, slowly, like a corrosive acid that eats away the strongrest metal, their ambitious hunger for attention and recognition was destined, programmed even, to sooner or later suck the life out of you.

And so, with his tail flicking behind him like a giant middle finger to the landscapes and critters he left behind, the silver rocketdog was out for trouble.
He would not die today that was sure, and he would not let death, as pretty as she was, catch him.
There is no woman worth dying for in this world, he huffed silently as he meshed with the dark shadows and crooked silhouettes that made up the Hollow.