He spun around, bristling, to face the woman that was his kin. Through narrowed, battle-hunger eyes, a growling roar rose through his throat as he let out all his anger in his words.
"Don't need you? I am your kin, and we need each other more than anything in these desperate times!" The man would rage on, feeling his heart and eyes burn as he looked at the scarred and shattered girl. He only wanted his true sister back. One that loved him for who he was. This creature was not his sister, not even his kin. Not even a wolf. Just a disgrace. Just a bloody disgrace to the wolf kind.
His emotions tore through him, his misery, pain, oh this woman made him suffer. However she did, manipulating his feelings was a strong trait of hers. Yes, smart and cunning. For a moment he felt unforgiving, next in fury with blood-hunger and now irritated, almost...calm. He knew this woman didn't care about a single soul that lived in this world, why would she care about the mere air that drifted from his jaw? Words were useless. No-one listened to the crying opinions anymore. No-one had a fair say. Where was the freedom? Where was the open streets he could roam without a monster stalking his every steps? Why did anyone bother to exist? Everyone was just a dice ready to be rolled, fate to be decided. A fate of light or darkness. A path for you to choose. But you will always be rolled, no freedom for you. No freedom for him, or her. His sister was stuck in a manipulated mind that only thinks of power, loyalty, obedience and hunger. In a world of pure shadows, though a voice that called to him. His true sister. His true sister was there, locked up, crying in the everlasting darkness. What hope was there for her? What hope was there for this bloodied mistake?
"You are a disgraceful monster. You put shame on the very ground you walk on. You are nothing but dust, ready to blown away. I don't care about you, you can die at my paws..."
"Speech"
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