Susil Crags
Disaster has struck!
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His hesitation seemed to dissipate the more that the stranger spoke-- how interesting, Possum thought, to know that these monsters he'd heard of could be spoken to so reasonably. With his pastel eyes glittering he finally peeled himself away from the wall and stood to face the older male, his head resting at a tilt that was more curious than fearful. The stranger's words about his former pack caused his lip to peel upwards, revealing several snaggled teeth, ugly but menacing, the glint in his eyes almost malign. The boy snorted at the word 'pity,' remembering the looks that had been cast upon him. Pascal was sweet, she was pretty, she attracted less resentment, or so it seemed. As an ugly little spitfire, he had been wanted even less so.
Possum stared up at the stranger as he continued, the wildness in his eyes dancing like fire. It was contagious, and soon the boy found himself grinning, too, not quite as handsomely with his teeth sticking out oddly but wild all the same.
He relished in the idea, that not only would his former family regret letting him fall to the wayside, but his mother would regret setting his life into motion. They all deserved to know his pain.