FUELED BY HATRED

The smile fell from his face slowly. Horror crept over his features as the words assaulted his ears. "You are Valhalla's again."He drew back, his tail tucked between his legs "No....How could they?" He whined "How could they do this to me?!" He cried, wheeling over to a tree and ripping the bark from the base. "Why do they torture me?!" he howled, digging his claws into the tree and ripping into the wood."I hate them! I hate them all!" he roared. He was in a flurry of rage, lashing out at the trees and rocks around them, but never morphine. No. he had no fight with her, his battle was with Chrysanthe. The damned bitch had always hated him, always wanted him to be miserable. Now she had taken the last bit of joy he had in life, she had killed him. Taken everything he ever loved and cared for.

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