Alone, he worked to improve himself, stayed up late into the night, went to where he could not be watched, and put to use this lame, cursed limb.
It hurt. Still, it hurt. There was no sting, not like the cuts that had once adorned it, and there was less of an idle, thrumming ache.
Instead he felt this searing sort of burn, a strain each time he put his weight onto it, like it might burst if he went through with it. How could he become any sort of warrior in this shape? He kicked at the sand with a forepaw and let out a angered grunt.
He was remiss to be mocked or laughed at. That was why he chose these far corners.
Memories plagued him as he met with failure in his attempts, frustration overwhelmed him, he tried to run, and plunged forwards into the sand, denied again his freedom. His gaze burned with an intensity that threatened to swallow him.
It hurt. Still, it hurt. There was no sting, not like the cuts that had once adorned it, and there was less of an idle, thrumming ache.
Instead he felt this searing sort of burn, a strain each time he put his weight onto it, like it might burst if he went through with it. How could he become any sort of warrior in this shape? He kicked at the sand with a forepaw and let out a angered grunt.
He was remiss to be mocked or laughed at. That was why he chose these far corners.
Memories plagued him as he met with failure in his attempts, frustration overwhelmed him, he tried to run, and plunged forwards into the sand, denied again his freedom. His gaze burned with an intensity that threatened to swallow him.
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Mama's gun - by Nokht - February 16, 2025, 11:04 PM
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