Mallius looked around his room, clean, high-tech, a blinding white plastic shell it felt like. The ship was spectacular. but he really wished he was in a better position to enjoy it. Everywhere he went. people. People people people people. not even important people... Mal looked down at his paws, the worst part is HE was not important either. just another...
Commoner. Mal sat on his bed, deep in thought, Greatfang used to mean something...
Now he was scared to even speak the name out-loud.
((will try not to have such a big influence this RP... in the house I feel like my book has kinda eaten the RP at this stage by being given to Tybalt...

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