you say i'm mad

"free...?" the mutt licked his dry lips, not seeming to understand the word spoken. he succeeded in throwing himself on the deer pelt, though he left a bloody trail in his wake. Thad wasn't sure what had been done to him - he wasn't sure about a lot of things actually - and if asked he would pussyfoot around the answer. he didn't want to be weak and useless anymore. he felt like he was dirt, used to keep his sister in line for the longest time in their very short life that he couldn't hope to think of more possibilities. he didn't hope for anything.

and he certainly didn't understand some offering him freedom. not one of his tormenters had asked him to leave. nobody had helped him escape. they didn't show pity or sympathy. the pure-blood right now was a beacon of some kinda light that hurt too hard to stare at for long. he shot the man suspicious looks a few times before relenting. this was a piss-poor joke if it was a long drawn out thing. just kill him already... unless... the guy wasn't gonna kill him. why wouldn't he? was there something wrong with Thad? wasn't he a perfect victim? he was defenseless and unable to properly lift his head let alone his teeth.

Thad couldn't even drag himself away. maybe he felt a bit terrible the man would have to literally drag him back. all this for what? help and freedom. ideals that never were drilled into the young mutt's mind. the fact he protested no more meant he was ready. he'd lower his head, resting his slender muzzle on his paws and faded off. the loss of blood and the continual aggression made him weary. he was not awake for what happened next and was at the mercy of the pure-blood's intentions.

/EXIT VIA UNCONSCIOUSNESS