Six Forty Seven - Venting to the stars

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I DON'T CARE WHO I MIGHT HURT ALONG THE WAY, I'M FUCKING SINKING

The young borzoi didn't believe in the stars or whatever fictitious thing that was being spoken about. The night was just that, something to try to get some sleep during. Something that was cold and lonely and that would never change. He remembered he had been scared because of the nightmares that he had been having but his father told him not to worry about it. True warriors didn't let their minds run away with them. So he believed that and they slowly became quiet in his skull. But he was just annoyed now. Annoyed and irritated at being here. He knew he hated every moment of it and he wished that they could just go back to how things were. Every piece of fur on his body itched with nerves and he sighed. Sighed hotly when he heard the flow of issues being spewed out. "Great now I have to listen to someone blathering out their problems like we all don't have them." He grumbled to himself as he happened upon the scene. Shaking his head the skinny canine would pause and look at the group.

What he saw was unimpressive and he stared for a short moment with his odd colored orbs before he shook his head and looked away. There was nothing for him to say. Currently he felt little sympathy for any of these strangers and he didn't have a notion of that changing. Sighing roughly he merely turned away and sat down on his own, glaring at the ocean waves, part of which they had to swim through to even get to this place.

SAUVIGNON - 11 MONTHS - PALM GLADES

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