Not a diamond in the sky
09-11-2014, 10:01 AM
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...Psychopathy... Don?t Know Who I Am Anymore... In the short manner of time he'd been here Forsaken had been learning quickly of mistakes. He had brought the wrath of a Queen onto his being, the owner of a pack. His ignorance had cost him his freedom, though perhaps it was at a smaller cost than one might think. Sure the boy was a slave, a tool to be used by the silver Queen, but in other ways it offered Forsaken a type of safety. Well, provided he kept his mouth shut and did as he was told, right? As he observed, however, he got to thinking he very much liked the setup of this pack. Yes... it could be a home. Perhaps, if he played his cards right, and challenged for his freedom when he came of age then he would be able to find himself a suitable member of their society. Perhaps more. His father, mother, and sibling's memories were gathering dust at the back of his mind. He didn't care if they were alive or dead... that didn't matter. The brown boy was alive and he would continue to live. He had some fine tuning to be done, surely, but Forsaken knew well enough to show the Queen respect now. She could have ended him. Easily. Yet she gave him a chance. Life was one of those funny, precious things. It was feeble, and easily lost if you were stupid. She had opened his golden eyes to just how easy that would have been. So Forsaken found himself slinking around within the borders, seeking some sort of activity to occupy himself with. That was when his sight fell on a dark girl and an older woman. He would approach, keeping his head and tail at lowered positions, even if his gaze was sharp as he looked at them. He didn't know who they were, but something about this youth... told him to watch his mouth. He wasn't even really sure if he should speak, so just came to a stop and looked at both, waiting for an acknowledgement of his presence, if it came. |