Mawz walked through the empty corridors of his old family home. The place was empty, as it always had been. The doors, still shut and locked, every one of them. But it didn't matter. He walked through the doors, sifting through the shadows. His parents room. There was the bed, with his fancy sheets and unneeded pile of carefully placed pillows at the head. The desk was cleared off, as was the mantle above the fireplace in their bedroom fit for a king.
The nightstand. On it stood a picture in a small frame. He walked over and picked it up. It was a picture of his family.
Most of it, anyway.
His father on the left, all stern and noble, standing over his mother, who was sitting in a chair. His younger brother, who was standing beside the chair on the right side of the photo. Something black on the right edge caught his eye, barely noticeable against the black background. He flipped the frame over and opened the case, sliding the picture out. It had been folded to fit the small frame. He folded it back and gazed at the picture he remembered from his childhood. His family was all colored with the same colors. Shades of grey, and his mother had a brown patch. He was different, though. His fur had been jet black since the day he was born.
He stared at the picture for a few moments. This was why he had left. He couldn't take it any more. The life of a noble just wasn't for him. His father just couldn't understand.
He turned to the bed and looked at the windows that were covered by their expensive drapes. He ripped his father off of the picture, placing the rest in his pocket. He took one last look at his father before ripping the paper to shreds and laying the pieces on the bed.
He left the room, determined to never come back to this accursed place.
There were only two rooms left.
His own.
And his brother's.
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