A Bad Boy
The background for one of my role play characters, Jare. Poor wolf. :(
One thing he couldn't run away from was his dreams. Nearly every night for four years, he'd had one nightmare that kept him crying in his sleep until the sun light woke him up. His was tired more often than night. If not for the occasional feral cat or dog that kept him company and stayed near him for warmth during fall and winter he'd never have a goodnight's sleep.
Tonight was not such a night. He was alone again, in an abandoned building that he could see the park he'd been abandoned in. He started crying again, trying to remember his parents' faces and getting nothing.
"If I had just been a good boy..." He mutters darkly. He'd said this hundred of times, a never finished discussion he had with himself. He hated himself. The way he lived. The way he drove people off. His too-thin body and dirty fur. Sometimes he wanted to die.
He wouldn't though. He wanted to see Them again. Wanted to find Them and ask why he was left all by himself, what he could have possibly done....
No matter how many fires, muggings, and cold nights he had to endure, he would live. He was the Lone Pup, the Houdini Kid. Infamous among the homeless and gangs for his determination and the luck he had for escaping even the most determined people trying to hunt.
He was dirty, homeless, a thief, as curious as a ferret, and, at times, surprisingly fierce or kind.
He was Jare the abandoned, the self-hating, the sleepless.
But most of all he was a bad boy...