He is no circus animal. He is not entertainment for human kind. He is a beast with a mind of his own.
The stubborn therianthropic hybrid refuses to preform for the washed out faces of the demons. Enraged the ring leader hollers as sweat drips down his off white collar. Each demand falling on deaf ears; as the cry of a leather whip rains down on the beasts monsterus ebony body. With every caress of the aged leather a new ravine of crimson split the tar black needles that covered her back. With each demanding touch of leather an enormous yelp falls through her pulled back muzzle. A whimper flows out of her parched lips as fractured emerald eyes begged at the moon. Begging for release. Begging for death.
Please make it quick.
Please make it soon.
Take this eternal suffering away mother. Please?
Credits to deathsdog
