The state the world has been in

The eyes, they saw, they watched. They all watched him, taking in his every move. They judged, they scoffed, they pitied. The tears streamed down his face until the yearling grew tired of it, tired of being this thing! Why couldn't he be normal?!?! No sound escaped his lips, trapped in his throat was all he did and didn't want to say. Communication, how else was he supposed to do that so fluently if he couldn't even speak? Light gray speckled ears perked up as a scent hit the male's nose, a wolf and something else, another mammal. Quickly standing up or scrambling onto all fours Liaf pinned his ears against his head as he made himself look as small as possible. Going into submission yet taking a few wobbly steps back the boy shivered. Offer...food! Yes! He saw it! Something edible. Liaf or should we say Fail forgot what that thing was called at the moment..the hoppity thing...te thing with the long ears. The thing that goes hoppity hoppity, yes that thing.This ...this lady she told him she had caught it for him. Narrowing his maroon eyes the boy didn't know what to do. Uncertainty plagued his mind as his mind told him to run. But what was the point in that? He wouldn't get very far without stumbling over his own paws.

After a moment went by the thing talked...the uh uh uh...fox! Yes a fox! It told him not to be afraid but the word bite caught his mind. They say they won't but they always did....always... With a few mumbles and slurs Liaf stepped backwards tripping over his tail yet recovering. Never taking his wild gaze off the dame and the fox the young brute tried to speak in reply.

"T-t-t T-rick! trick trick! Hurt...hurt, Puh-AIN! puh-AIN! beat beat beat beat beat beat beat." he said as words finally flew from his mouth.

He couldn't stop at beat but eventually he ceased the command. No, stop, done, done and done. His entire body twitched for a moment as he still grew upset. Trust, something Liaf never had with another wolf besides his late sister. They lured him in with kind words before they beat him.Either that or just beat him then and there. Pain, he could still feel their blows onto his pelt. As if an unseen force was hitting him Liaf imagined it and cringed as he whimpered with each fake blow. Re-enacted was the one of many beatings, so many that he could barely forget what pain felt like.

finally stopping Fail looked up at the female with a strange look in his eyes.They showed sadness and defeat...but was he really defeated? Liaf quickly turned his head away so not to make eye contact....but then he turned to look at the dame once more. Maybe if he stared long enough she would go away. Maybe she would be disgusted by him like the others and ignore him...maybe she won't hurt him. Maybe she'll just go...go away...go....