Broken Angel

Aeolus was about to doze, when the sound of paws crunching against the fresh snow caused his lobes to flick slightly. He opened his eyes and gave a small sigh, she asked if he was alright, but he paid no heed to what she had told him. Even though she was pretty, he did not really wish to speak with her, even if she was trying to act concerned for him. It would all end up with someone being concerned for him, and then they would leave him and he would be alone again. His dual colored optics focused upon her emerald orbs. He lifted his cranium, "Am I alright? No, I am not. I have been abandoned more times than I can count. My parents and my old pack were killed off by a disease, I was adopted by this old wolf, and then he left me, and so many more times I have been adopted, and now I am alone again and have been forced to fend for myself. I have been alone ever since I was four months old, and now, I am a year old and have not even found someone to love me or even care if I die or not." He curled into a ball and sighed, closing his eyes.

He missed his parents as well as his pack. All he wished was for things to go back the way things used to be. But, ever since the disease that wiped down out his pack had happened, he was now alone and wished there was someone he could travel with and be with. Someone who would be at least a friend for him, but he was now alone. Tears were threatening to stream down his face, he did not even know if he should even be alive right now. All he wanted now was to die, for if this was to continue to happen, he felt somewhat useless.