Trees. Blood. Grass. Pain. Leaves. Fear. Branches. Fatigue. A clearing. Hunger. A house. Death. A shelter. Thirst. Inside. Closing in. Darkness. Sleep. Gone.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>The past two years have been nothing but running, fighting, rarely eating, no sleep, fearful, and tiring. Nervous ticks and paranoia grew in leaps and bounds. Everyone was the enemy. Hide from everyone. Run from everyone. No where was safe. A curse. Blood spilled daily now. At first it was once a month, then once every third week, twice a week, five times a week, five times a day... There was no end... unless he died or went back.<br/><br/>Back to that hell he was born into. To those who were his blood and wished for his death or servitude. Servitude to be a mare for free sex without the consequences of fucking a fertile sub. He was infertile, and they wanted the advantage it'd give them. To go wild without consequences. To let loose fully. Break him. Torture him. Use him. Destroy him.<br/><br/>He used to have a life. Now it was gone. Gone because they found him living. Happy, peacefully. Normally. He wasn't normal. He wasn't supposed to be happy. He wasn't supposed to associate with normal folk. He wasn't supposed to be alive.<br/><br/>He was defected. The shame of the pack. The shame of the Alpha. The shame of all subs. The worst living thing. All because he wasn't fertile.<br/><br/>He still had no mate. No mate would want him. No dom would want an infertile sub. No one wanted him. No one will. No one has. He was alone, he is alone, he will always be alone.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>This last run had his flanks and sides skin shredded. Blood the only thing you could see on his fur. If you didn't see blood, you saw pieces of skin holding by a thread. Scars littered his wolf body. Thin fur despite the fact it was the middle of winter. He should have thick fur, but it wouldn't grow or it was ripped off during a fight. Other various cuts, deep and shallow, littered his body. No where wasn't touched. He has barely managed to save his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth from luck.<br/><br/>Now he was collapsed on a wooden floor. His blood rolling along the planks. Staining, painting, growing. Sprawled in an awkward position, but passed out exhausted, hungry, thirsty. Not to wake up for a while.