He was so confused. What had he done to deserve such pain? He had face many horrors in his life but he couldn't recall doing anything to deserve it. He had tried to be a good wolf. Honest! So who had decided to torture him? Did some higher being through this evil upon him for a laugh? It rubbed his fur the wrong way thinking about somebody trying to toy wit him.
And on that note, who in the heck was this chick? Why was she kind to him? Did she expect some kind of payment? He hadn't anything to give. He couldn't even feel an ounce of affection towards her. He thought it cruel of the fates to do this to him. Place in such a position and then shove his life into the paws of a stranger. The more he thought, the angrier he got.
Who the heck was this girl to treat him like he was some kind of relative? He wasn't truly angry at her for being kind to him, no matter what her told himself. Dhiate wasn't mad at her in any sense of the word. He believed that she truly had a good heard and meant to do well. What he was really mad at was the thought of hurting her. He knew he probably wouldn't make it through the next few hours, and he also knew her kind. Even though they were strangers, she would still mourn him and that was one thing he couldn't stand. He would rather have the world hate him in life, than mourn him in death. He knew how to resolve this issue, and he didn't like it.
Dhiate close his slate blue eyes that grew darker and darker as he planned his own death. With a great intake of breath, he steeled himself for the pain to come. The very effort would most likely kill him, but it didn't matter. Almost in response to her inquiry of his state of being, he spaced his paws apart and rose to shaking limbs. His body wavered and threatened to collapse once more. He opened his eyes again. It made him sad to think of what was about to transpire, but it had to be done. Dhiate lowered his delicate head and his soot stained muzzle began to wrinkle, his brow to furrow. His lips rose in a snarl though no sound left him. Though his body spoke of pain and anger, his eyes were sorrowful. Knowing that a growl wouldn't be enough, Dhiate snapped at her and lunged weakly at her throat as if to kill. Get away from me! Can't you see I don't want you here? Do not mourn that which was unknown.
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