11-03-2014, 01:41 AM
Sorrel scoffed. He leaned his arms against his knees. "What? Nothing to say now?" What a great difference. The fox looked so sad. So down trodden. It was wonderful. "What? Are you finally realizing what happened? What had to be done so I could survive? The little girl who nearly died at your hands was thrown into a gladiator's life. She chose to take the only chance at survival she had. She became me. A boy more then tough enough to survive anything, to grow into me." He shrugged. "The old me doesn't show up very often. But you were just too cute and pretty to resist." He spat on the ground. Hard scale scrapped against leather as Sorrel pulled his knife out again.
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