08-05-2008, 05:33 PM
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The odd stranger was right in more ways that he might have known. Conri had nothing left to lose, he had already lost it all. A pack, friends, a mate, and in some ways even his sanity. At one point or another he had even lost his will to live. Now though, from the persuasions from this stranger, Conri knew that it could all mean something more. The bat slammed against the shelf, sending objects flying, and Conri could only cackle at the sight of it all. It was beautiful in a way and, when the bat was tossed to him, he half-grabbed it, rather happily. He used the bat, bracing it against the ground to bring himself to stand, before lifting it away with one arm. Holding it tightly, adjusting his grip (it was difficult to hold with one arm), he swung it hard in a downward motion, toward one of the wooden displays. Toys went flying and the old wood buckled beneath the force, shattering through the middle. |