<font face=times size=1 color=#911B00>LIKE A BAT OUTTA HELL</font>

Renegade
seven - loner - bound & loved by none

Renegade wasn't sure if telling his whole story like that was a good idea or not. Istas didn't seem bored by it or weirded out by the display of emotion so it couldn't have been that much of a mistake, but it was really the first time that the smaller male had vocalized what had happened. It felt strange saying out loud that his partner was dead, murdered for no reason other then to frame him. He had so many enemies that he had no idea where to start looking for the murderers. Although Renegade was a thief, he doubted that he could ever murder another in cold blood. Defending himself perhaps, but ripping someone away from life just seemed so... wrong.

Regardless, his partner was gone and instead of him he was talking to Istas. Not a replacement by any means, but the ghostly wolf seemed to soothe something in his heart, something that had ached for a long time. Speaking to him was too easy, the words had just flowed from his mouth without stopping, which didn't often happen. The only wolf he could talk to like that was... well, he was dead. Maybe him and his mother or something, but he had been estranged from his family long before his partner had died. They didn't really... approve of his 'work' so Renegade had simply moved on. They were family, but it was their call to disown him. So he didn't really look back.

Istas seemed truly upset with his story, and Renegade could tell that it was genuine. He didn't want to tell the story for pity or anything of the sort, but it was a truly terrible thing that had happened. The white wolf goes on to speak of how he lost his own friend. Renegade dipped his head and sighed softly. "Death's a terrible beast." he said, his voice heavy.

'So he was just a good friend?' The question evokes a small chuckle from the wiry male, his tail giving a few sad wags. "Sharp. Shouldn't be expectin' less from ya though." he says, looking up at Istas with his trademark toothy grin, but his red eyes were filled with sadness and even a bit of uncertainty. It was true that their relationship was... unorthodox, not many wolves could understand that kind of bond between wolves of the same gender. To him though it was like a male and female who just chose not to have pups, no one really batted an eye at that. But it was just because it was out of the norm.

But it was as much a part of him as his red eyes and apparent angel-marked fur. He wouldn't hide it, not from Istas especially

"He was... I loved him." Renegade said flatly. "We loved each other. I would have gladly died in his place. Not much more t' say."

oh, bless me Lord for I have sinned
it's been a lifetime since I last confessed
i threw my crutches in "The river of a shadow of doubt"
and I'll be dressed up in my Sunday best

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