Weaving a story of pity

[Mahlouk]

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Mahlouk watched the mans eyes trace over his skin. His eyes trailing over his scars. The white male felt akward under the gaze of the other. He didn't want to feel like he was different then the other male. He watched the males eyes go to where his den was, where boo was kept to continue sleeping. "The den is his." He said with a deep rumble his eyes falling to look down and no longer straight at the male. Old formalities came to mind and he followed them. He remembered in his last pack that he was not able to look up into the eyes of his pack members. His eyes they said would steal the souls of the innocent and strong. He had been required to look down avoiding eye contact with most. "Mahlouk will show you." He said turning his large body to move back to his den. It was a pitiful thing, to small for his large body. It had been the first time he had ever needed to make a den. Boo was leaning against the wall of the home the only thing there other then the dirt on the ground.

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