So, I'm throwing up some of my older stuff from about 10 years ago. Let me know what you think.
Omar Yevgeny Salazar y Kovalenko, once known as Thunder's Velvet Glove, sat in the cramped kitchen, looking out the window at the night sky. On dilapidated table sat a crinkled photo and a shotgun. He looked down at the floor to see the remains of his gauntlet. Once a mark of favor from Grandfather, it now lay shattered on the grimy linoleum, it's spirit fled.
<i>This is how we are repaid. To fade into nothing, our sacrifices forgotten. The World Puta has written us off.</i>
He thought back on the packmates he had lost. The friends who had given their all and more. His own sacrifices, made nothing by the Great Bitch.
His strength had fled, the Gifts of the spirits had faded from his mind. The spirit world was almost beyond his reach, and he could not remember when he had last Changed.
<i>Do not suffer the pack to tend your sickness.</i>
He picked up the photo, and gazed at it. It was the last reminder of what he had first given up. His father and mother, his brothers and sisters, gone. Where they were, he knew not, but even if he did, it would matter not at all, for he was no longer their son, their brother.
<i>Do not suffer the pack to tend your sickness.</i>
It was easy to get the silver. Without their spirits, what use was a Klaive? He wasn't even sure he really needed the silver, but why take the chance? Better to go overboard, than not far enough.
<i>Do not suffer the pack to tend your sickness.</i>
He lightly kissed the photo, and lay it down on the table. He hefted the shotgun, oiled and gleaming. As he wedged the stock between his feet, he muttered a quiet prayer to whatever spirits might still be listen, or even gave a damn.
<i>Do not suffer the pack to tend your sickness.</i>
With all prepared, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth wide. He leaned over the doubled barrel of the 12 gauge, his teeth scraping the steel.
<i>Do not suffer the pack to tend your sickness.</i>
There was a sound of thunder...
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