03-11-2008, 07:37 PM
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It had been a few days since that night in the old human city, since the night that everything had gone horribly wrong. Even now Jasper couldn't fully remember what had happened inside the old bar, just memories of a warm feeling that he'd never experienced, flashes of a face that he didn't quite recognize. What happened the next morning was much more clear to the de le Poer boy. He could remember the coyote, if only by the thick scent that surrounded him, and he could easily recall the things that the other male had done to him. What made it even worse was that Jasper hadn't even really put up a protest to what was going on. He'd been out of his mind and slowly losing his drunken feeling at that time, but wasn't an excuse. It had happened and Jasper couldn't change it. Jasper hadn't been sleeping well since that night, often feeling sick to his stomach and fighting away the memories that tried to leak back into his head. At the moment, tired and cold, the blonde male sat against the base of the tree that held his tree house, curled up into a tight ball. His knees were bent and pulled to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. His head buried into them, leaving only a mess of stringy, unkempt hair and two differently colored ears to be seen. His body quaked and shivered as he sat there, sobbing into his fur. |