01-07-2008, 01:58 PM
The boy screamed in pain, a fearful sound. All four legs were broke, but the boy kept trying to crawl away, only succeeding in giving himself more pain. The demon- for surely that's what this coyote was- seemed to enjoy his pain. The blood continued to seep from his broken body, even as his vision in his one good eye grew dim, flickering like a candle guttering out. He cried for his mother, then, begging for her to come rescue him. he creid for his father, the great black male who would protect him always.
And then Deuce didn't have to worry about the boy discovering the twisted truth of his birth, becuase the boy's last flickers of life were gone, replaced by a slowly cooling hunk of broken wolf flesh. Shadow Erikson Sawtooth was dead.
And then Deuce didn't have to worry about the boy discovering the twisted truth of his birth, becuase the boy's last flickers of life were gone, replaced by a slowly cooling hunk of broken wolf flesh. Shadow Erikson Sawtooth was dead.