The feline sighed as he turned his head away, his doubt still strong, and his will to live slowly faltering. His love had once been granted to someone, yet it seems fate had other plans. When she was torn away from him he had often doubted about taking his own life, but he had never done so.... not while her killer still lived. It had become the only motivational item for him, the only thing that drove him to go on.... until he met a child.
That child's name rang clear in his mind, yet he had not seen her for times, and soon his eyes had become eyes unseeing. Blinded to the world around, by anger and hatred driven.... it had become his obsession, the one thing that granted him the power to go on....
But soon that too would falter, disappear as soon as it had arisen, disappear as the gunshot would resound in the hollow of the night. On the day that the murdered would be set free into the world again, then he would become prey......
Yet for now he had to hang on, hang on to a loveless life, one in which he had only four friends.... four that shared his own blood, four whose blood flowed through his body. The only four that he could ever trust as long as he lived. But those four people made it possible for him, possible for him to hang on to a life in which he would rather be dead.
Topic: Furry Foster Home (adopt cute lil' furries) (Read 60448 times)