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Mahlouk was angry. When you picture your first time having sex you imagin a great time. Of course it had been great for him, until the stranger from Crimson Dream had woke up and found out he had slept with a man. He could still feel the anger and hurt from the what the man had done. If mahlouk could be a girl for him to be happy then he would have changed into a damn girl, but as luck had it he was a man. Grinding his teeth he felt Boo wobble on his back. He had brought the bear because he was nervous under all that anger.
With his face blank no emotion playing on it he continued into Crimson Dreams. He had never wanted to step foot in another pack land, but this male had driven him into it. Some part of him couldn't leave it like this. Some part of his wanted more of what he had already had. Maybe it was wrong and he hated the fact that he wanted a male who probably was a straight as an iron rod when he wasn't drunk. Mahlouk knew he wasn't perfect, it was because of his scars, and he knew that. What could he do about them? His tribe had carved them into his flesh leaving the stories and histories forever a part of him weather he liked it or not. Right now all he carred about was putting in his two cents to the male he had met that night.
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