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Submitted On Jun22/09 Hits 2602 Summary:
Vulpes Proeliator has lived a harsh life. Thrown out of the house at 18, he has been used, abused, attacked, kidnapped, forced to survive without allies, targeted by gangs, but he has never taken any of it lying down. This is the story of his struggle, from start to finish. A life full of the highest highs and lowest lows. Why not come along for the ride?
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VULPES
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“Never did I think you’d make such a mistake!”
Vulpes’ eyes were water logged, tears soaked his eyelashes, fur and cheeks. But through his wavering vision, he had never seen has dad so angry.
He reeled those thoughts in yet again, shutting down the replay of the scene in his mind. But it seemed no more in his control than the destination of the bus that smoothly carried him along. Padded seats, adequate A/C, and a gentle hum of the tires on the road encouraged the mind to lull on the long trip. To everyone else, that must have been a pleasure. It left Vulpes feeling hollow.
The gray fox sat in a deserted section of seating. Less than five filled out the rest of the long bus. None wanted to converse. Vulpes hunched in his little corner, eyes glazed over, feeling dull pain that strangled his guts while he tried to ignore it. His mind kept sinking into wander, random images cycled in and out in a loose train of thought.
“You’re beau...
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“Never did I think you’d make such a mistake!”
Vulpes’ eyes were water logged, tears soaked his eyelashes, fur and cheeks. But through his wavering vision, he had never seen has dad so angry.
He reeled those thoughts in yet again, shutting down the replay of the scene in his mind. But it seemed no more in his control than the destination of the bus that smoothly carried him along. Padded seats, adequate A/C, and a gentle hum of the tires on the road encouraged the mind to lull on the long trip. To everyone else, that must have been a pleasure. It left Vulpes feeling hollow.
The gray fox sat in a deserted section of seating. Less than five filled out the rest of the long bus. None wanted to converse. Vulpes hunched in his little corner, eyes glazed over, feeling dull pain that strangled his guts while he tried to ignore it. His mind kept sinking into wander, random images cycled in and out in a loose train of thought.
“You’re beau...
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