Welcome to The best account ever. I am part Irish, part German, Part Scottish, and part Lithuanian . So incase you haven't figured it out yet I am half Celtic and my blood boils fairly easily. I am against british rule of Scotland and Ireland. To my Irish brethren I say "Tiofchadh Ar La" Fight on My brothers and sisters. Fight until every last English soldier is out of Ireland. UP THE RA.

To my Scottish brethren I say "Fuck the Brits. Scotland for the Scottish, and England for the English." Form the SRA the Scottish Republican Army. Kick the shit out of the Brits. FIGHT MY BROTHERS, MY SISTERS, SHOW THE BRITS THE TRUE MEANING OF CELTIC WARRIOR, SHOW THE BRITS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY COME INTO OUR COUNTRY, STEAL OUR STUFF, RAPE OUR WIVES AND SISTERS AND DAUGHTERS, KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE AND STEAL OUR THRONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REMEBER THE CAMPBELLS MOTTO NE OBLIVUSCARIS."FORGET NOT." ASSEMBLE THE CAMPBELLS, THE MACKINNONS, THE MCGREGORS, THE GORDONS, THE ROBERTSONS, THE MCLEANS, ASSEMBLE ALL THE CLANS AND FIGHT FOR SOMETHING THAT WE TRUELY WANT. A COUNTRY OF OUR OWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

remember what happened at the battle of Stirling when the entire northern English army met with several clans of Scotland WE FUCKED THE BRITS AND SENT THE SURVIVORS RUNNING HOME WITH THEIR TAILS INBETWEEN THEIR LEGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

copy this to Your profile if you are against British rule of Scotland and Ireland(I bet 99% of you won't)

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. -Lucillia

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he talked his friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of because of his ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow because his family is too poor.

See that girl you made fun of for wearing too much makeup? You made fun of her for not wearing it too.

See that boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. He doesn't need more at school.

See that guy you just made fun of for crying? He found out that his mother is terminally ill.

See that boy you just called stupid? He has disabilities and studies for hours and hours every night.

See that girl you just called ugly? She spends every cent of her money on clothes and makeup, just so people will like her.

There's a lot more to people than you see on the outside.

Post this on your profile if you're against bullying, anywhere and everywhere.

I bet a lot of you won't.

Read this if you believe in God, and read it even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?

R.I.P. to that girl you called a slut today in class. She committed suicide, and she was a virgin. The pregnant girl walking down the hall, she was raped. The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family. That person you pushed down the other day, is already being abused at home. The one you called fat. She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of because of his ugly scars. He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying.You think you know them. Guess what, you don't. RE-POST if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't.

I'm sorry:

I'm sorry that I brought you roses to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy"

I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not a jerk

I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy.

I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date

I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care

But most of all I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry That I cared I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you. If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry' If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'.

This is really sweet...

When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.

When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.

When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.

When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.

When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.

When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.

When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered.

When a girl says "I love you." she means it.

When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.

Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.

The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.

The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.

The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.".

If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.

If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.

Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.

Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.

So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.

If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.

Repost this to your profile, and spare yourself the emotional stress.

I can be very mild mannered but if you piss me off I will kick your ass. If you don't believe me ask my martial arts instructor.

I will give you a little info on my family history. My Scottish clans are clan Campbell and clan Burns. The Campbell's army was at one point over 5000 men strong. And we were not short men either the soldiers were anywhere from 6-6.8 feet tall. we were so feared that at one point during the hundred years war whenever we went to war the enemy would basically shit themselves and run away when they heard our pipes music playing the campbell's are coming, EVEN THE BRITISH. whoever didn't run was met with either a sword or axe or mace. we were so powerful that official battle tartan became the tartan of the Scottish army. the tartan is called the blackwatch.

My great grandfather was an honest, hardworking Irishman that was drafted by the crown and forced to fight in world war 2. He was captured after fighting the Nazi's for three months. He was then taken to Auschwitz as a Prisoner Of War. on his ID card he had the letters RU stamped on it.(Return Unwanted) so it was baisicaly saying that he was a dead man walking. after several months he thought he would die from starvation because he went into the camp weighing 290 pounds (He was 6.5 feet tall huge man). after several months he was a little less than 100 pounds. when he was taken out into the forest to kill him, he was on his knees with his executioner behind him when suddenly a shot rang out. the executioner fell down... dead. my great grandfather was saved by who I believe to be my friends uncle. (NOT UNCLE SAM) the man that saved him was a Canadian soldier. From that point he literaly carried my great grandfather to a Canadian camp and got him to eat. After that my great grandfather went back into combat with sergeant Laroche.(His rescuer) they fought side by side in the siege of berlin and he was put in charge of exceuting the SS officers. My great grand father got four Lugers from the officers he killed. He then went out for some R&R before he was to be sent back home. He walked into a bar and saw a Nazi harassing my Great grandmother. My great grandfather walked over and picked the guy up LITERALLY and threw him across the bar and walked over and drew two of the Lugers and said " I should kill you right now. But I have seen enough bloodshed to last forever. the only reason I won't shoot you is because there is a lady present. " as soon as my great grand father holstered the guns the Nazi took off running in the opposite direction. my great grandfather then went over to the lady and asked "Are you alright?" she said yes and thank you for saving her. she asked him to sit and talk for a bit. they knew that from the moment they met they knew they were made for each other. three years later my grandfather was born. My great grandfather took his saviour's advice and moved to Canada with his new family.

Sadly my great grandfather died two years ago at the age of 92. he died of old age in his sleep beside the woman he loved. He was a man that I proudly called grand pappy.

(when he died he left his Armalite to me and I sleep with that above my bed loaded)

I was Born in Newfoundland. I was born in grand falls, Winsdor. I am 18 years old. At the age of twelve I was sent to military school because I got into a fight at school and I know what all of you are thinking. why did he get sent to military school for fighting. I was sent there because I nearly beat the kid to death. I knocked out six of the kids teeth, gave him a concusion, broke his arm, and cut his face up really badly with my rings I had on. they were (what else?) Wolf head rings. the fangs on them acted as knives and sliced his skin up. my hands were covered in the rings, so they acted like a pair of brass knuckles.

I had two options at that point either go to juvie or go to military school. I went to military school to learn to control my temper.

Now I want to put an end to some rumors about newfies. We aren't married to our sister. We don't get up and dance a jig every time we hear Celtic Music. But we will get up and do that Kariokie thing if we have enough beers in us. We don't all own a boat. We don't all sail or build a boat. We don't eat Cod fish three times a day mainly because there aren't any Cod fish left. We don't all drink SCREECH.

When you hear a newfie say "I's the by" that means "I'm the guy"

If you want to under stand newfies it is pretty easy. Just listen to the song The Islander. by shannyganock.

I have an obsession with American muscle/sports cars to all the anthro story characters will be rolling around in style.

anyways I think that is enough about me. you will start getting my first story soon. It will Be a Lilly and Garth lemon. It is all sensual. you may want to keep some napkins by the screen when you read the story. it's going to get messy. both in the story and on your screen.

after the Lilly and Garth lemon I will most likely do a Balto And Jenna lemon.

The Balto and Jenna Lemon should be up before the end of the month

I am now taking Lemon requests PM me your Idea and tell me what kind of lemon you want : Anal, NO RAPE, no bondage ect. Tell me if you want it as wolf or anthro. Tell me who you want the couples to be. NO BOY ON BOY. But I will do girl on girl. Tell me if you want me to say who requested the lemon. I WON'T DO CHEATING COUPLES. If you say that they are single fine but no cheating couples!!!!!!!!!

It will take a while to post new chapters for several reasons. 1, my wife and I are going to be parents in several months, 2, our jobs eat up a fair bit of our time, 3, we have writers block, 4 it takes time for us to think of quality chapters.