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Anger swelled through the large, golden brute. Ookami had never been so angry in his life. His heart had been broken all over again, but this time he didn't feel pain, didn't feel sadness. He felt betrayal and hatred and red, hot, anger. His black kissers were pulled back upon his pearly white teeth in a permanant snarl as he growled repeatedly. Adonia had told him to prove he could be a good mate. He returned to New Dawn, on his mission to do just that.. And to what outcome? That Adonia had had sex with the Alpha! The alpha whom Ookami already hated, and now, even more hatred burned in his heart for the black male.
His feelings for Adonia? Betrayal and remorse, regret that he had even wanted to try again. His heart was shattered for her, and no longer would he try and be with her. He had said this to himself before, but now he really meant it. If she was going to fuck a different male everytime Ookami was away, then he wouldn't even try. Sure he had left her the first time, they had been mates then and he didn't leave her for that long on purpose, he had been injured and it took him a long time to return home. But when he did, Adonia said she had nearly done something with Tharin. He hadn't thought much of it, but now that they had broken up, and Adonia would give him one more chance, he thought for sure she was going to be faithful. She said she would be better too, but she hadn't even attempted. She'd been worse. Not that she had been bad to start off with, but she totally went out of line there.
His one good leg and one gimpy leg took him outside of Cercatori's borders and through shops. He was looking for a music shop. In his anger, he needed to get it out. His guitar wasn't with him and he needed to sing, to play the guitar, to let out his emotions. His large hands were balled up into fists as he walked throught the streets. He turned one corner and a store came into view, but it wasn't a music store, it was just a store. With concrete walls. He coudln't help himself, his arm pulled back and aimed towards the middle of the wall as Ookami struck it with his fists with all his might. (Which was a lot, the male was very toned.) His knuckles split open, but the pain felt good and blood poured down his fur, dripping off and clotting on his golden skin. He punched the wall a total of three times until his wrist burned with a fiery pain, though he enjoyed feeling something other than anger and hurt. The blood was coming quicker now, now that he had spread open his wounds even more, but he didn't care. He just kept walking, wanting to hit another wall. But he was afraid he would break his wrist, his knuckles already felt like they had cracks in them, and he wouldn't be surprised if they did.
Another wolf came into view as Ookami was walking. He wasn't a vicious wolf, so Ookami had no feelings of wanting to attack a random stranger, but at this moment, he didn't exactly want to engage in conversation. He would attempt to walk right on by him, still looking for a music shop to find a nice guitar in.
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