09-27-2018, 08:24 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]He was conflicted. Relentlessly did the thoughts of going home race through his mind, so much so that he had hardly slept in the past two days. The canine wanted to go home, but apart of him wanted to stay where he was. Coward. He shook his head. There was no place for him back with his pack for he was sure they resented him. As for his brother, well, he felt Lecter would do better without him. They had grown apart over the past months, so much so that they did not talk to each other anymore. They were going their own separate ways. Anyone who saw him throw himself and the bear over the cliff would think of him dead. They would not come looking for him. The doberman gave a shake of his head. Rigel. The name left a bland taste in his mouth. It was the name those bastards of parents gave him, what the humans called him, and all the people he terrorized remembered him by.
Rigel was dead. He needed to become someone else, someone no one else would hear and come looking for. Someone who no one could recall being hunted and tormented by. His tyranny was no more. As the months past, he began to mature into an adult, a new chapter. Rigel needed a name that no one would recognize him by. He churned the thoughts in his mind over and over. Levi. It seemed fitting enough. Perhaps he should have decided this before he was dragged here. Then again, he had never told anyone his name yet. He had been dragged back to camp without a word, fell into a coma, and was forgotten. It was perfect.
Rigel was dead. He needed to become someone else, someone no one else would hear and come looking for. Someone who no one could recall being hunted and tormented by. His tyranny was no more. As the months past, he began to mature into an adult, a new chapter. Rigel needed a name that no one would recognize him by. He churned the thoughts in his mind over and over. Levi. It seemed fitting enough. Perhaps he should have decided this before he was dragged here. Then again, he had never told anyone his name yet. He had been dragged back to camp without a word, fell into a coma, and was forgotten. It was perfect.