Pour l'amour de la mort

Noah · 02-21-2011, 01:13 PM

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He shifted his weight as the silver male laid in front of the fire place he looked down to where his legs use to be with a raising of his lips and a silent snarl. Why did this have to happen to him? The male could only wonder if he was paying for his families crimes, Jefferson had told the male about the issues that he had with his mother and father while they were here, then only Noah knew the depth of where his father was how sick he really was. The silver tri-pod was just thankful that he had left that male back in the Unwritten lands. This was his chance to get away from the shadow of his mother and father, this was his time to shine and prove that he was more than a pack idiot and Jefferson was the first one to really give him a chance at having a real job within the pack lands and to Noah that meant a lot, but now..now what would he do with his leg missing he was useless once again, surely the one eye leader and his mate would see him as unfit for any job and would knock him down to Loas if not even lower and he would lose his house. He grumbled as he laid his head down, he did feel sorry for him-self but it was foolish that he did, he knew deep In heart that if it had been any one he would have done it all over again, he would put his life on the line for any of his pack members. The silver male sighed as he watched the flame in the pit looking around he was not sure how much long her could just lay around the house and feel sorry about the lost of his leg, he had to get out and get back to his job within the pack.

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