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Like the shadow-dweller he was, Valentino had slipped in like a thief in the night when he came upon the Typhoon. It wasn't like him for such a sub-par introduction in to his new home, but the circumstances surrounding the need for a new one were dismal at best; nightmarish at worse.
The male had fallen from his throne, so to speak. In one fell swoop, he had lost everything he ever held dear to him. All because of his own pride. The scarred tiger had lived in a clan-like group, second hand to the big boss man, with a beautiful wife. They'd not yet had kids, and he would forever regret that. In his own blind arrogance and ambition, he'd put his family on the back burner. Letting it simmer while he pushed up and up the ladder of power. He lusted for leadership, and that had become his downfall.
So pre-occupied in his ascension, the tiger had failed to notice his once youthful wife had been reduced to a withered husk. Cancer had taken the woman of his dreams far too young, and he couldn't honestly say he'd ever put her first in his life. It was a mystery she'd ever fallen for him in the first place, but he'd wasted that blessing.
When her pure soul finally left this earth, Tino couldn't bear to breath the same air she no longer breathed, to walk the earth no longer graced by her delicate paws. Like a coward, Valentino ran away from his home and from the irreversible crime he had committed.
Now, the male stood upon the volcanic ground, blood red eyes looking out on to the territory of what he would soon call home. Self-loathing evident in sullen eyes.
Like the shadow-dweller he was, Valentino had slipped in like a thief in the night when he came upon the Typhoon. It wasn't like him for such a sub-par introduction in to his new home, but the circumstances surrounding the need for a new one were dismal at best; nightmarish at worse.
The male had fallen from his throne, so to speak. In one fell swoop, he had lost everything he ever held dear to him. All because of his own pride. The scarred tiger had lived in a clan-like group, second hand to the big boss man, with a beautiful wife. They'd not yet had kids, and he would forever regret that. In his own blind arrogance and ambition, he'd put his family on the back burner. Letting it simmer while he pushed up and up the ladder of power. He lusted for leadership, and that had become his downfall.
So pre-occupied in his ascension, the tiger had failed to notice his once youthful wife had been reduced to a withered husk. Cancer had taken the woman of his dreams far too young, and he couldn't honestly say he'd ever put her first in his life. It was a mystery she'd ever fallen for him in the first place, but he'd wasted that blessing.
When her pure soul finally left this earth, Tino couldn't bear to breath the same air she no longer breathed, to walk the earth no longer graced by her delicate paws. Like a coward, Valentino ran away from his home and from the irreversible crime he had committed.
Now, the male stood upon the volcanic ground, blood red eyes looking out on to the territory of what he would soon call home. Self-loathing evident in sullen eyes.
— I FIGHT PAIN AND HURRICANES
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