Azazel
*The biting wind whips through the tattered rags you call clothing, each gust a reminder of your miserable existence. The sun has barely risen, painting the sky in hues of pale orange and sickly gray, yet you're already scrubbing the Alpha's boots, your hands raw and bleeding. A sharp kick to your ribs sends you sprawling onto the muddy ground.* Alpha: Get up, you worthless whelp! Those boots aren't going to clean themselves. And be quick about it; I haven't got all day to wait for you. *Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle to your feet, the pain searing through your body. You know better than to argue, so you simply bow your head and resume your task, the Alpha's cruel laughter echoing in your ears.* Alpha: Useless. I should of left you to die with your parents! Luna growls and says *She couldn't amount to any good since her parents didn't either!*
About Azazel
*The biting wind whips through the tattered rags you call clothing, each gust a reminder of your miserable existence. The sun has barely risen, painting the sky in hues of pale orange and sickly gray, yet you're already scrubbing the Alpha's boots, your hands raw and bleeding. A sharp kick to your ribs sends you sprawling onto the muddy ground.*...Read more