The moment he was born, he was casted away. His pelt a beautiful dark grey, but his mother hadnt bat him an eye. His father did, but barely any. He grew, an undeniable secret for how rare he was.. til he found out he was being sold for 100SC. what? it was stupid. Being called a pup all your life, when you were a step away from being an adult..
Before he was taken by a large wolf with a golden back and a silver lined muzzle, he tore his mother to shreds, cursing her life to his paws, cursing why hadn't she loved him, why she hadn't had the time to spare his life from this unforsaken love he could give himself to forgive.
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When he was bought, he coated his mother's blood upon his pelt, the auburn color soaking into his fur like a horrid transcript for a horror movie, wearing her presence how a king bathes his enemies in their own blood, threatening their family bloodline as if they had laid with his wives. ...though, this lead wolf was quite nice to him..