09-05-2022, 09:46 PM
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I'm no hero and I'm not made of stone -
[b]thump.
the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. it was hard to see in the darkness just what made such a sound. the night was perfect for his movements, and the beast only revealed himself when the moonlight hit his eyes. darkheart lived up to his name.
moonlight.
he honestly loved the night, with everything that was in him. though, he loved the shadows and the freedom the most. it was peaceful, free of prying eyes and nosey souls. it was the only time he did not feel pressured into being something he was never meant to be.
friendly.
he could hear his mother now. 'be nicer to them. don't say such harsh things. show some compassion.' bah! his father had compassion and now he was a rug in some lions throne room. he was not going to lose his life because he showed mercy or sympathy. that was just pathetic. that was weakness and it cost his family everything.
i will never become my father.
the last words he uttered to his mother as her life faded. she knew her time was coming and she preached her little montra. 'be kind. be good. take care of others weaker than you.' things he just couldn't do.
never.
he found himself slinking along a beach with his ears back. tail lashing behind him as he thought back to his mother and father. they deserved what they got for their weakness. he did not miss them. why would he? the brute stopped his stalking to look back the way he came. the tree line was far away from him now.
where was he?
speaking[/b]
[sub][W]isker[/sub]the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. it was hard to see in the darkness just what made such a sound. the night was perfect for his movements, and the beast only revealed himself when the moonlight hit his eyes. darkheart lived up to his name.
moonlight.
he honestly loved the night, with everything that was in him. though, he loved the shadows and the freedom the most. it was peaceful, free of prying eyes and nosey souls. it was the only time he did not feel pressured into being something he was never meant to be.
friendly.
he could hear his mother now. 'be nicer to them. don't say such harsh things. show some compassion.' bah! his father had compassion and now he was a rug in some lions throne room. he was not going to lose his life because he showed mercy or sympathy. that was just pathetic. that was weakness and it cost his family everything.
i will never become my father.
the last words he uttered to his mother as her life faded. she knew her time was coming and she preached her little montra. 'be kind. be good. take care of others weaker than you.' things he just couldn't do.
never.
he found himself slinking along a beach with his ears back. tail lashing behind him as he thought back to his mother and father. they deserved what they got for their weakness. he did not miss them. why would he? the brute stopped his stalking to look back the way he came. the tree line was far away from him now.
where was he?
speaking[/b]
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