You're Ridiculous
05-27-2017, 11:22 PM
“A like tae think he’d rein himsel en fer th’ roit woman.” He said, tugging and chewing on the bird’s stringy organs. “No tae mooch though.” He added. “Half o’ Croo’s appeal'd go oop rivar eef ‘e did.” He chuckled. “Then again, yer sister dunnie seem mooch o’ th’ kind tae make a man toe th’ line.” He said, licking a sliver of meat. “Pups change a man though, a guess wi'll see.” He gave a short laugh at hat which slowly tapered off as he looked down at his paws. Pups had changed him once; the promise of pups with a woman he loved had turned him into a caring soul, one that would bundle up in their den and whisper soft poems in her ear while she slept. And then suddenly he didn’t have that anymore. No pups, no wife, no pack even. All of it was gone and he might never know why. He pushed away the remains of the bird, his appetite gone and looked steadily at the ground, his torn lip twitching just slightly as heartbreak and bitterness invaded his thoughts.
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