Thanks for making me a fighter
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Pushing the whiskey be hide him as he looked to the mouth of the cave, waiting for his only son that still called these lands home to come. He hiccupped, as he slowly swayed from one side to the other. The male was in a state of utter drunkenness, and yet sadly he was still able to function. His blue eyes that had before healed a shimmer and a lust for older women and life, now just sat there in their sockets, like two glass eyes. Lucifer never did recover from the lost of the pack, though why should he? He was able to pin point the whole reason the pack failed on his shoulders. Ebony furred male seen the shadow and then the scent of his child, he had clung to his old ways, staying around the pack lands, staying around Naniko and the old pack members.

Raising his head, the male swatted at the flask that the child had in his hand, he was too young to drink. Lucifer him-self didn’t start till well…the child’s age. Never the less, that was his child and wished that above nothing else that his life would go better than the one that he, him-self was living. ”Put that shit down, before I beat your ass.” Made it was just an idol threat, after all he was pretty wasted, so standing it-self would be a master trick. Though maybe just made Lucifer actually meant what he said to the boy.


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