He knew half of his siblings were here and his mother, but he couldn't part with the news of dishonor his father had brought on by his very existence. Frigg and Marzanna were the ones meant to be here, not him or his siblings fathered by Hermes. Were they the true bastards? All in all, he was happy he left the pack for an adventure when he did, at least he got to lay with a beautiful maiden. He wondered if she'd give birth to his bastards, if anything would come of their frolic. At least someone would potentially mourn his death.
His heavy breaths filled the den, a wheezing almost. A small cut he'd gotten on his way home from the excursion was suddenly festering and decaying. His entire leg was nothing but rot, taking over his beautiful pelt. He was ruined. A small, raspy chuckle left his jaws as he stayed on his side. How he hoped this would be as easy as it could. His time was running short, and he knew that. Dying as a teenager with nothing to his name, just fading away. He hoped his family would remember him, and that his lover would mourn him. A cough shook his body, before he felt himself choking on his own bile. His weak body went limp and his eyes closed, he was ready for it.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
I AM SIN
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