Let's Pretend Nothing Happened

he was so fucking sick of people.

perhaps a little desperate and a lot of insulted, Thaddeus would turn on the other. though the pureblood didn't seem to want his food, he was tired of being looked down on because he wasn't, well, a wolf. he was some sort of hybrid thing, or maybe not even a wolf at all. the reactions he'd gotten from people so far were questions - curt or not - of his origins. and being a beast that didn't know, he got irritated quickly at them. the subject of his blood never was brought up when he was 'raised' by his captors. though they did beat him and call him mutt, he never knew what that meant. he wouldn't know what half those insults meant, but he knew that people looked and treated him differently.

so coming to Boreas was a kick in the gut. he growled now, snarling as the wolf neared him. everyone was disgustingly perfect. they knew where they came from. they knew their origins. nobody had ears like him. nobody had a body like his. this guy right here, he questioned if he even had wolf in him. so there was another thing Thaddeus didn't know. and he was so damn sick of not knowing! he flew at the pureblood, jaws snapping and saliva from feeding around his mouth that made him maddened. he had a primal urge to protect his food. he also was pissed at the world, especially Olympia, for wronging him.