FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
he sighed a little, letting her touch him, he always felt better when she touched him, calmer, more in control of himself. he hesitated a moment, licking his lips. "most wolves, only have one hole in their heart." he murmured softly. "one mate to fill the void..." he swallowed hard. "i was born with two." he admitted softly. "my original pack, the Shamen there could sense this, and told my father, who became so enraged that i should have the 'wrongness' that he had, cast me out of his pack as soon as i was of breeding age. he had three more sons, all who where nice and normal." he admitted softly. "well fit to lead a pack." he sighed and nuzzled her neck. "my father suffered, only having one hole filled it only made the other ache all the more... i was suffering, suffering so much and i didn't want to tell you, because i knew you would want to help...and that would have only made you hurt even more..." he sighed a little. "that's why i kept going out, and screwing men, because it made the ache hurt less..."