Spirit pushed himself up with a paw, only to find himself slip down again with the pain in his stomach. He coughed once, but it was loud enough to echo down the dark, empty hall. He took a slow breath, only finding the taste of blood in his mouth. Damn it. . . "What are you doing down there, boy?" Spirit's ears instantly folded at the sound of the gruff voice above him. He lifted his eyes, feeling the bruise already taking hold on his left. "Well?" Spirit now felt blood on his nose, seeping out from where his head had been smashed against the wall. "Om...Ominous..." He said meekly. The Tigan towering over him snorted disdainfully. "Ominous roughed you up again did he?" Spirit nodded, silent. "Pah. You probably deserved it. Next time, apologize to him." Spirit lowered his head, feeling anger and sadness mixing together in his gut with force of a twister. ". . .Yes. . Father. . "
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This time you get crappy doodles AND crappy writing. From Chapter 1.

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