And we spill out our scars
01-17-2017, 11:20 AM
The male would listen, but the only hint that gave was the slight flick of his ear. As his eyes moved to slits he looked at the tree he had hurt himself on. "For a moment, Zell reminded ritsy of his dad." Ritsy muttered. "Ritsy knows he isn't, but it was scary." the wolf would flick his bunny tail. "My dad did this." he raised his head and looked at his tail. Of what once was, as his tired eyes took a look at Faite. He trusted her with his life and yet he was still confused as to what he was supposed to be doing in his life at all. The male subsequently sat up and turned towards her. He hadn't really shared this with anyone.
"Ritsy's parents never loved him, but he loved them. I was an accident they never wanted, momma said so. But I did what they said - killed, stole, who knows how many babies ritsy hurt just to get food." his eyes darted off to the side. "One day, Momma stopped breathing. A rival rogue group had killed her - I didn't want to leave her I stayed but daddy said no. He grabbed my tail and pulled he didn't stop until it was bleeding and like this. So.... I killed him. When the rogue's found me they took me in. Then... Ritsy found Faite." the boy couldn't help it. The soft tears running down his face. "I'm bad." he said before flopping down on the ground. |
Warning: This character is prone to violent unpredictable actions