
{S.o.r.e.n}
Soren growled softly, his head lowered, and his green eyes peering out into the world beyond the metal bars of his cage. The irritation of being locked away too long was back. A nagging, horrible sense of excruciating annoyance. It was so strong that it physically hurt him to be cooped up too long. Though he was in his human form, his manorisms, and the way he acted was very dog/wolf-like. In truth, Soren preferred to be in his dog form, verses his human form. Generally, people treated dogs so much better than humans...but then again, there were those awful, cruel people out there that hurt both. Freak fell under that category. Anger rose in Soren's mind, and he let out a savage snarl. Lashing out, he struck his foot hard on the side of his cage. He didn't care whether it was occupied or not. He knew nobody here. He was alone, though he was in a crowd. Soren had always been alone, no matter what in his life.
Dropping down onto all fours, he glared at the metal in front of him and wished for the strength to break out of it. Most days, he could escape the irriation and anger of being locked up by training. He loved to push himself. To use all of the energy he had, so he was forced to sleep. Soren's favorite pass time was to work...or at least, once he had come here, it was.
Life had been so much different before Freak had captured him. The framiliar rage rose once again in his heart as he thought of the man. Another snarl escaped his lips, and he turned to face the back wall, his hands in tight fists. No...life had been much more pleasent. He had been alone...but he hadn't cared.

Soren had been free. Freedom made up for being lonley. It made up for starving some nights, or freezing. He had never had a sense of home throughout his life. He had always thought that wherever he was happy, was home. To him, happiness was running through the forest. Or a field. This place wasn't happiness. No. It was hell. He hated it here. Another strike against the metal sounded out in the almost silent building.
Dropping down onto all fours, he glared at the metal in front of him and wished for the strength to break out of it. Most days, he could escape the irriation and anger of being locked up by training. He loved to push himself. To use all of the energy he had, so he was forced to sleep. Soren's favorite pass time was to work...or at least, once he had come here, it was.
Life had been so much different before Freak had captured him. The framiliar rage rose once again in his heart as he thought of the man. Another snarl escaped his lips, and he turned to face the back wall, his hands in tight fists. No...life had been much more pleasent. He had been alone...but he hadn't cared.

Soren had been free. Freedom made up for being lonley. It made up for starving some nights, or freezing. He had never had a sense of home throughout his life. He had always thought that wherever he was happy, was home. To him, happiness was running through the forest. Or a field. This place wasn't happiness. No. It was hell. He hated it here. Another strike against the metal sounded out in the almost silent building.