It Bears Repeating

His teeth clenched to the point that they hurt. He could feel his eyes burning with rage as she listed off the pitiful roles he was left with. “Messenger.” He practically spat, as if the word were an insult, although to him it was. No one understood how he felt; how great he was, how strong he was, all they cared about was stupid Bass and his idiot children.

He avoided looking at her altogether, a snarl threatening to form on the narrow bridge of his muzzle, a searing, seething glare in his eyes as they bore into the soft grass under him. He hated this, he hated all of them, and he would make them all pay. He inhaled sharply, “And a fighter.” he hissed. He would learn the art of battle and use it to crush the people that had wronged him. He would rise to greatness and crush the weak. Abaven would only be a home to the strong, and anyone else would face his wrath.

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