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Posted on April 13, 2015 at 01:39:36 AM by S C O U R G E
Mother was gone. Father was gone. I was left with nothing but myself. I scavenged for the most part of my life and took shelter with other friendly nomads but there was nothing that was ever constant. My life, it seems, had begun with an endless struggle. A struggle for consistency and something of worth.
The constant roaming and fighting for small meals has left me thin and susceptible in the long winter months. If I were to survive until spring I would need to find somewhere that could provide sustenance and protection. I had to be smarter than those my age. My travels brought me toward the open land of the plains pack and while I vaguely understood pack etiquette I hardly thought that I, a young pup, should abide by such regulations. After all, I was weak and defenseless in the cold of winter. Who would turn me away?
It would be no matter if they were to turn against me though, while I valued my life, I would not fear my own death. For hardly knowing neither my mother nor father I sure was a lot like both of them. Skinny, starving, and tired I wandered aimlessly through the hills in search of… something. That something was undecided – whether it be food, water, or shelter. Whatever came first would be my decided desire. Unfortunately for me I could have never imagined that my endless searching would uncover something far more unexpected.
The waning sunlight began to give way to snow-burdened clouds and soon I would be a victim to the biting cold once again. Surely there was an abandoned den around here.
newborn // nezera x malakye // outcast
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