I am a web[joining]

*Oddity* · 08-20-2013, 08:59 PM

Oddity could feel it building up, his head in many ways was turning from left to right. What he thought before, wasn't what he thought now. Things changed, and he was intrigued on the way that they had. He was still different from the world, but he would try to live through the great blackness as long as he could. Oddity had realized by now, that joining a pack would be better for his survival. The man stood at the borders, lowering his head as he covered a small part of the rather large scar across his chest. One that started at the right side of his neck then continued down across his chest to his left shoulder. A large scar, as a boy his father had sliced him open. So many pretty scarlet colors had poured out of him. Yet, he survived, out of will and help from his father after he had listened to him he had recovered with this thing. A mark of the day his innocence slipped away for the final time. Oddity knew no word of the term Childhood, since he hadn't had one. Oddity raised his head but not above his shoulders in a submissive term, as he barked to let the higher ups know that he was here.
He was a simple man, but different from the rest. With a ghostly silver eye and the other a crystal blue. The act of innocent and the act of a killer. Oddity had been taken from his mother, had been trained to kill. And while the sexist male had his pickings, he was still in the ever changing cycle of being nearly emotionless. Although every emotion except remorse was there, where a part of his brain required him not to feel that way. He had never felt bad for anyone, he couldn't. That was Oddity's mental illness thank to his fathers side of the family. It made it easier for him to kill though.

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