My heart’s an endless war.

sew your skeleton to mine i'm no good on my own
stitch yourself to either side of me so i will never be alone

They had been walking for days with little rest, stopping only when the transporters needed to. Two wolves wore a rope cross ways around their torsos, a longer line leading from each of them to a smaller wolf between them, the ropes affixed to a makeshift muzzle wound snugly around their face that loops around the back of their head for stability. More ropes kept his pace short, only allowing each step a few inches of space, no where near a full stride should he try to make a run for it, but given the days of travel in the heat with little food or water, it was clear the smaller wolf didn't have the energy to try and run.

It became glaringly obvious when he collapsed in the sand, warm still even in the night. The two that were leashed to him hadn't noticed his collapse until the rope pulled taught, but they weren't making moves to help him. Instead, they barked at him, commanded him to stand but he couldn't. The summer air was warm still, despite the darkness, yet because the rope muzzle he couldn't pant. That didn't stop the rapid rise and fall of his chest however, the little sounds of short and quick breaths being the only sign of life. The transporters didn't care however, instead one grabbed their end of the rope and yanked harshly to the side, dragging the weak boy through the sand a bit as his neck uncomfortably craned in the direction the rope was pulled. "Get up, whore," the other transporter barked as he strode over and grabbed Abaddon by the scruff, attempting to set him on his paws just for him to crumple into the sand once again.

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