On the frontlines of war
We have to find a better way
”I take it you did not enjoy their company? I have not interacted with others from the pack, except at the pack meeting. I usually keep to myself.” Mabbit gave a light chuckle. The light in his rubies that made them glow began to iritate him. He slunk back into the darkness, the shadow of the cave. "They saw me as a meer toy, a mockery." He said as he looked down at his paws.
”Actually, I’m not too sure. I’ve had extensive training as a fighter, so I suppose I would fit in with the soldiers, but I have not picked a specialty yet. I’m open to training in other areas as well. What of yourself?” He looked to her. They hadn't poked for questions with her as they did him? He sighed. "They gave me an option on the spot. I had to pick from my two majors from my home lands. I'm an assassin." The word was bloody itself. Mabbit was used to taking down silent kills during the war. Maybe he needed something to do. Something tod prove himself into the packs heart. He wanted desperately to belong.
"And I will stand my ground until the end"
:: Mabbit :: Adult :: Demon :: Mate :: Heirs :: Abendrot :: Assassin :: -Metalhead- ::
'Till we conquer them all
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