Muted

Agony surrounded the young male's throat and body. Despite not being harmed when it came to his legs or any other part of his body, of course it would have to be his throat and vocal cords that took the most damage from the blow. Crimson liquid surrounding him, staining his fur red and darkening other parts of it as he tried to catch his breath, wheezing a couple times as he did so, whining being inevitable. His was too young to die, besides he wanted to see the bastard that caused him to be alone for so long. Though, he had to admit to himself, the wound he sustained was his doing alone and not his father's fault. Saffron eyes were closed as he tried not to succumb to his grave injury, however his ear swiveled slightly when he heard footfalls coming closer to him.

The sound of a dame, voice almost gentle like a rose but still held venom within even if it was not intentional. His eyes focused on her, thinking she was rather beautiful in fact. But, something about her happened to change his opinion on her...the faint smells of the man he hated most lingered within her pelt, and that alone was something he was unsure about. So...was it he found a possible half-blood? She asked him who did this to him, but if only he could respond to her, it was almost impossible as he tried to speak, more blood oozing from his gaping wound.


'Wow...what a wonderful way to die right now...Finding a possible sibling who for some reason my mind finds pretty and being unsure of her intentions. Plus I might not be able to make that asshole pay for the suffering he caused me and possibly her...Wow am I being fucked right now when it comes to life...' He thought, eyes still focusing on her own, giving her an almost pleading glance. He hated looking pathetic, especially in front of girls and family, for family was everything to him and now...he was scared he wouldn't even have a chance to hold a conversation wit her, especially due to everything that happened to him in a span of possibly ten minutes.


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