11-18-2008, 05:39 PM
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He lie on his stomach, head cradled on arms folded as he looked absentmindedly at the dirt and grime covering the floor. With nothing to do and no one around, here he was again trapped in this solitude. He didn’t want to admit that he liked being with Hybrid, but lately that was all he had. By keeping him here, Hybrid has successfully broken the boy. All he had now was the coyote's violent love making and this dilapidated shack. A strange smiled captured his features and the relatively young boy suddenly looked older than his years. His pristine white coat was no longer pure – stained with blood, filth, and the smell of Inferni. He wanted to say his call for Hybrid the other day had been an affectation, but he was starting to believe it was reality. Maybe he enjoyed this life living as a mutt for his master.