The Fighter
Unmoglich watched as the boy sat down giving him some space. That's understandable. Every wolf should have their own space.. A smile crossed the black brutes maw from the boy's curteousy. But this wolf, he was a silent one from what Glitch could tell, but right now, he didn't seem so. With others, was he silent?
With him, he wasn't what the thoughts said. "I am glad to know that I know some accents considering I don’t talk to many… But as for your story I would love to hear about it. You seem to come from an interesting background which sparked my curiosity. Hearing your story would make my day!" This boy was interested in him, in a curious way? And his past? And it would make his day? Well, Glitch loved making people happy, so he might as well tell his story.
"I was raised in a zoo in Berlin, Germany, my hometown if I could say that. I had 5 siblings, and each of us had something different about us. My parents labeled us, and my nickname was Mun. I never had a real name. It stuck for a while, it sun and moon together, because of my eyes the colors they are. But, so often, twice actually, I managed to sneak out of the enclosure. Freedom is what I wanted. Being such a curious pup at that time, I went into the tiger's cage. I got my back right leg ripped off. And then the same thing, except I went into the lion's cage, and my front left paw was ripped off. Then for the ear I'm missing, my dad ripped it off because he was tired of me. Eventually, the two-leggers in white had to send me to America, since they couldn't fix me anymore. But, I was named before sent out. Unmoglich, since everything I went through seemed impossible to them. Once in America, I had to teach myself English. So, yeah." When he mentioned his father, a scowl covered part of his face, and someday, wanted to come after him. Show him how he has grown, and still living. His father had all sorts of doubts about him. "Mein Vater ist ein Arschloch.." Glitch muttured to himself, anger filling him for once. His only ear flicked back, and his hackles raised a bit.
Really, if he did get angry, he was a monster. And once Gitch realized what he was doing, he lowered his hackles and sighed, his lone audit perking back up. Clearing his throat, he then spoke once again. "Sorry about that..." He did feel upset about almost flipping out on a possible friend, over anger for his dad.
Translation: My father is an asshole
Though I may wobble, my thoughts are like any other wolf's.
"My words mean nothing to some, but to others they are a sign of courage."
||Unmoglich||Aurora Borealis||Magic||Heirs||Young Adult||Rosie <3||
Half The Population's Just Waiting To See Me Fail
Yeah Right, You're Better Off Trying To Freeze Hell.
Some Of Us Do It For The Females,
And Others Do It For The Retails.
But I Do It For The Kids,
Life Through The Towel In On.
Everytime You Fall It's Only Making Your Chin Strong
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