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Wounded. He was so wounded. His mother didn't want him. He knew it. He was a bad kid. Frowning the young mad would turn and tears would well in his eyes before he would shoot off screaming, throwing his fit of drama, getting his fix of real life. Dad was gone off in Glaciem. Mom was sick and didn't want him. Who was there left in the world. Gael. Azalea. WHERE WERE THEY, MAN? Trying to find his siblings the young pup would exit the scene and disappear into the valleys.

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