Kill The Headlights
09-06-2015, 09:17 AM
Abaven? Where ever that was. Necro knew little about the world he lived in. He just remembered the story of the gods his mother had promised him. He could be chosen to live up there as one of them. And did he believe it? Of course he did. It was mother's word. She would continue to ask him where he lived, and though he had made kind-of-a home, he would respond quietly, "I don't live anywhere." His voice was hard and still without emotion. He may have felt a pain inside that he couldn't find his mother, but there was no way his outer shell would let him show it. Well, at least emotionally. He would be willing to leave with this girl back to her home, she had helped him like he wouldn't have expected. His mother always thought that other wolves looked at her and her family as outcasts. Like they didn't belong anywhere. And though he didn't much believe that, it was still in the back of his mind that he was a freak. Who would want to help him? A boy that couldn't even take care of himself? |