Morning romp amongst the grass

The warriors ears flicked back somewhat nervously, so she had seen the scar he bore. He had hoped that eventually, it would fade away. But the injury he sustained that day would forever be a reminder of his past. Never to fade, never to disappear. It didn't bother him though...the nervousness came from being in unknown territory with a still barely known stranger. He saw now that she posed no threat, so there was nothing to worry about...right? Still, he couldn't help but be...well, himself. Distant, reluctant to trust or get close to someone. He gazed at her, fixating her in his blue stare before glancing slightly away. "To tell the truth, I..." Did he really want to tell her the origins of his scar? The one that permanently remained etched across his face? He wasn't at all sure...


He nodded, he would not tell her how he got it. Not yet anyway. "It did hurt. You'd have to be able to not feel pain when it struck you across the face. That or dead." He watched her speak, sitting down so that he didn't seem purposefully threatening to her...though it seemed to him that she wasn't at all threatening. Her inquiry as to what they would be called, well he himself was a loner...an outcast, unwanted by the world around him. He remembered when he had met a trio of wolves not too long ago, a fight started with a male. Then hatred from the brutes sister...it wasn't his fault...he didn't know how to speak kindly, he himself hadn't known kindness for the past 3 years. His parents murdered, his sister kidnapped, and Elonne mysteriously vanished. He was a resentful and untrusting soul...could he really be blamed? "I suppose it would just make us loners. Though, I am more then just that...I have no friends, no ties, no family, no pack. I'm just an outcast. But I suppose it doesn't matter what you're labeled. At least you will find your place without difficulty." He told her. But I...will never be accepted.




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