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Posted by Coal & Lobo on December 2, 2005, 5:13 pm Lobo found some grass and began to nibble it off the ground like shears shaving a sheep. the musk ox swalloed his food and looked down at the sad pup and nudged her, "What's wrong, Coal?" he asked, his abysmal voice thundering quietly. Coal sighed. "Father hates me ..." clear tears rolled down her cheeks. This was her first time she ever cried. "He thinks that I'm inferior just because I was born ... different." she sobbed and covered laid down to cover her face with her only front paw. Lobo didn't say anything. She was right and he hated the fact that she knew that. His master did think of his only daughter as a waste and wished that she was never born. the musk ox closed his eyes to keep himself from crying also and licked Coal's forehead. "No ... he dosn't," he lied, feeling a knife of pain jam his heart. "He does though," the pup stood up, almost losing her balance, and then walked away. "He'll never love me!" Like the wind she was off and far away from Lobo. Amazingly, she could run as fast as a normal wolf and maybe a little faster. "Frollo," Lobo wheezed, "why must you cause others so much pain?" Nothing could answer such a question. Not even Frollo himself. Coal howled in grief under a tree. The same tree that Frollo stood under when he first joined the pack when he was a pup. So young and yet Coal was feeling the pain and grief that a hundered-year-old wolf would feel. She stopped crying when her eyes began to hurt and feel red and when she had no more tears to cry. Coal felt like an empty turtle shell with the turtle long dead and nothing but a yellowy skeleton that was hidden uner grass. That is how Frollo made her feel. And like a curse, Coal knew that the pain she would receive from her monsterous father would never stop. Not even after death.
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...while watching the pack that was now covered in a blanket of snow. More than bored they were. They were too tired to play and too hungry to sleep. The two creatures sighed agian and the much larger one started digging through the snow with its hoof, looking for green grass. The larger one was a musk ox named, Lobo. He was a heavy-looking brute, be he was the opposite fierce and was in fact skittish at times whenever alone. The other creature was a grey wolf pup with the color of the sky in her eyes. Born lame, it was obvious to see why too. The wolf was born without her front right leg and was considered weak in her father's eyes.
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