Wapun Meadow I'[m] running out of all the ways to lie to myself

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Large brutish paws broke the dirt and the grass as he swept down from the  mountain and into the meadow below. Large body pushed to it's limits, brain exhausted. He knew if he kept pushing the edge of dangerous and outrageous he was going to lose his mind, but he couldn't quite calm down fully. 

He thought through the last few weeks and felt a great ball of injustice and anger and sadness all war deep within. He hated not being trusted. He hated being lied about. He hated being lied too. It was bull shit. All he could think was over and over again how he was stuck with dickfucks and it was pissing him off, now.

How hard was it to be decent. Like actually a decent unlying piece of shit. Then he felt like shit himself for thinking such things, but didn't he have a reason to be angry at all this fuckery that was swirling around him. The urge to step further into the sun and disappear was strong, but he had promised Meadow he would return in three days. And he'd be damned if he broke that fucking promise. But holy hell, the leaders of Epoch were making that difficult as hell, them and their spawn from hell. Nope demons were friendlier.

He chased out the thoughts with each pound of his large paws on the ground each breath pressed from his lungs. Deep and ragged he breathed, but he pressed on.