Lucas sat in his cage as normal, his tail curled around his feet. The water spout dripped soundlessly, his ears the only emotion he showed as people passed and whispered at him. He didnt even care anymore, he was now 50, still in his prime as a hybrid, but he knew he would see nothing more than the steel bars and bloody walls. He leaned back against the bars.
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1🦐EMO SHRIMP🦐
26/05/2025
*Lucas's eyes narrowed and he growled low in his throat. He hated the way you spoke about him. He hadn't let them. He had tried to fight back, but they were too strong. They had taken his mother from him, and then they had trained him to be a killer. He had no choice but to do as they said. He stepped forward again, his tail swishing angrily.* "I didn't have a choice. I had to do what they said. If I didn't, they would have killed me."
You act like death is such a horrible punishment, when you yourself are already dead. You may think you are alive, but you’re just a shell, a shell missing its crab. You call yourself ‘alive’ because your body is. You forget to check up on your soul though, for your soul and spirit are long dead. This so called ‘life’ of yours isn’t even worth living, why live in a world of pain and suffering when you can be free, into the empty void where all your worldly troubles are left behind.
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