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Weaving a story of pity
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Mahlouk watched the male with strange eyes. He didn't know what to do around the other aniWayan. He was new to this pack, and the other male seemed like he was of high authority. Azure orbs flicked over the male, seeing the feathers and color of his coat. He looked to the torch of flames. Those flames made his stomach turn and horrible memories shift into his brain.
"Lay still Mahlouk. Pain is something you can bare." The white wolfs ears twitched as he listened to the priests words. Something in him wanted to bite the male, wanted to scream and tell him why he didn't have to endure the pain, instead he clutched boo closer to him. When the dagger first delved into his face he wanted to scream, instead he ground his teeth and closed his eyes tight a tear of pain rolling from his azure orbs. They carved and carved their image until they found it satisfactory. Yet even after they had pulled the knives away blood staining his coat, Mahlouk knew the fire was still to come. To retain the image they scarred they had to seal the wound shut quickly. Heat singed his fur and the young male finally screamed.
Mahlouk's emotionless face didn't show what was in his mind, but his legs quivered and his ears lay flat. He was sure this male wouldn't hurt him with the flames, but the feeling of being burnt never seemed to leave him. When a question arouse the scarred male looked away shrugging his large but young shoulders. "Mahlouk can not perceive time well: not long ago." He said in his deep voice not giving much information, stay guarded. His fear about other male wolves was boundless. Males had only ever caused him pain, they intimidated him, angered his soft soul. Mostly they just scared him.
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