We Were Making The Bullets To A Broken Gun

N/A · 09-22-2015, 07:53 PM

Allen would heave another heavy sigh. "I understand that Bass, I do. But I still think you are acting too rashly." The man would turn away, glancing towards his own den. He would feel his heart clench, regret at his own words, but he could do nothing to stop them now. Allen was older. Tired. Tired of seeing the same things happen to each pack he was in. To see their leader head to war... to eventually see them fall apart. Allen would hide his tears from the pale man. "Goodbye Bass." Without another word, without looking back, Allen would walk to collect his ill family from their den. Because of him they had not only lost their home but... would even more likely now lose their lives to the illness that claimed them. Perhaps he just wasn't meant for this world.

--Exit Allen--

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Tealah

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