You talk about me when you rap about him

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    —— FLAXENSUN ——

    Soon to be King

    He failed to catch the vole and it left him trembling with rage. How long had it been since he was this angry, he didn't know. He'd come close - when he'd thought Wolfpaw had accussed him of leaving his family behind, but he'd managed to quell it there. This time, he knew he didn't have the strength to snuff the pyre burning in his very soul. Firedawn wasn't here to convince him with a breath that everything was ok - and even if hse was...she couldn't convince him of that fact anymore. Not when he knew...

    So he began to scream. At first it was a roar of frustration at the loss of a much needed kill. Then it was a howl of agony, knowing so much mroe than a vole was slipping between his claws and there was nothing he could do about it. As the frustration mounted, Flaxensun could take it no longer. Twisting around, he began to score deep marks into the trees. He clawed and clawed, scraping off bark and wood until splinters started to collect beneath his nails. He hissed in pain, but still he continued, for the agony of splinters digging into the soft flesh of his pads was nothing compared to the torment he was living through now. He failed. In all sense of the word he'd failed and he lost and now he was lost. And the one person who could help him escape this encoraching darkness had her morning glow eyes trained on another and-

    He slammed his forehead against the tree, hissing in despair, he presses his forehead harder into the gouged surface of the trunk, but the pain isn't enough to satisfy him. Blood pumping, chest heaving, rage burning - he needs a fight. A good, hearty scuffle or he feels he just might explode.

    Physical pain is easier to manage than whatever dung this is.


    whiteshark  


    "Speech"