Break Stuff
08-24-2014, 07:06 PM
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...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... The boy was alone. He had wandered back to Alacritia with some loner. Some stupid fae who tried to mother him and show him sympathy. But Forsaken honestly didn't care that he had been abandoned by his father. His brother was gone too... they up and left and he tried to follow. He had no idea how to get home, nor did it matter anymore. The boy would find his own path. His mother was nice... too nice... too soft. Just like that other woman. The red-brown and white boy would growl to himself as he padded into claimed territory. Forsaken didn't know better. He had been born a loner and never taught of packs, of laws and responsibility. No... he knew only his existence and getting what he wanted. His golden eyes would scan the plains around him with little interest. He hadn't run into any other wolf in some time... guess that meant he was going to have to try and find something to eat himself. Maybe he could find a mouse or something around here. |
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