Stavanger Bay when you're rife with devastation

sorry i know i procrastinate a ton >_<

Onyx nodded and her tail gently wagged. If Onyx was standing she sat down. If she was sitting, she stayed. Onyx's writer, Onyx, could not remember and was too lazy to go back and read all the posts. The dark girl instead began, her blue eyes focused in the distance. Okie Dokie Lokie, here we go. Once upon a time the universe was new. And the good of the universe lied in the hands of a grey and white wolf called Gota with blue eyes. Gota kept the good and kept away the evil by always letting her tail tip rest in a small pond in the cave where she lived. In reward for this, her food appeared ready to eat before her, and the pond was an unlimited source of fresh water. Birds brought her news of how the outside world was doing, and rabbits kept watch on the lives of the most significant. Everything was good in the world outside the cave. One day a rabbit told her of a wolf called Axe. He had dared to travel around the whole Earth, and had made it back. It sounded wonderful to Gota, to travel the world, but she knew this was her job. The next day a rabbit told her of a wolf who had officially managed twenty five packs as the Alpha in just three years. It sounded great, but she knew she had to stay here. But how free the wolves outside were began to drive her insane. Literally. The next day a rabbit told Gota of a wolf who had used shed bird feathers to craft wings and fly. How much fun the others had drive Gota mad. When the rabbit left, Gota decided to stop her suffering and kill herself, but make sure her tail tip stayed in the pond. So Gota fell into the pool and drowned herself. At the moment she died, tons of children were born, and many good died, and many personalities twisted. Even if Gota's tail tip was in the pond, she was dead, and so was peace. The children that grew up were the new evil twisted generation. Evil broke loose in the world, clashing with good. This is why we have bad in the universe. The moral of the story is, Freedom is more important than having Everything but freedom. Onyx finished with a ceremonial bow. Her obsidian ears perked forward to hear what Osprey would say, and what her story would be.