Lost and found

Distasteful. He hated being looked down upon, disrespected in that retrospect. Yet he refused to act on the greater good. The male had seen enough heart ache in his life, cruelty, he had been the abuser and been on that high throne. He knew the feeling - and yet he was given nothing as life did it took and never gave to him. So he struggled, he struggled with things that no other wolf would even come to understand. Liar had ties to this earth and this place - otherwise he would be gone. No one gave a shit anyway and that's all it would ever be.

Earlier however he had grabbed a rather large doe - the summer had driven many a prey toward the north. Out of sheer anger he caught this creature, paid his respects all in itself. However a ghostly figure would stop his paws, and his lime green eyes narrowed on this form. Out of a foggy image of his memories. Memories he never shared even with himself since maybe pieces of his childhood were gone other than those saved by his father who beat him into nothingness. It was Abelinda. She didn't seem well either.

Liar would approach her, not saying a single word as he dropped the deer in front of her. The man would try to coax her to eat it. He could smell it on her, the sickness, and his heart would feel itself drop. Of course he felt bad but didn't let it known, of course he had been distrustful. The reason being he was always the one left behind, those he loved completely disregarding him. He should have listened to his children when it came to her, so now he would just surface from his horrid thoughts and make sure she was okay.

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