Mr. Wonderful
Whistleblower
- Joined
- Aug 26, 2011
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We remember our former pack. The memory brings a scowl. Betrayal is a wound that does not heal. Thought too weak to carry on, the bastards we once called brothers turned their backs on us. This, this after we rose up... faithfully carried them when they had moments of weakness and times of trouble. They are our brothers no more. Now they are the hunted. And we're angry now.
We are Huskies.
Alone, but not empty handed. We have our history to bring us pride. We have ourselves, our character. We have our anger, our edge. The anger brings warmth... it brings purpose... it brings desire. Maybe we are abandoned, but we are not. Dead. Yet.
We are Huskies.
Not just a working breed, the ultimate working breed, bread to withstand the harshest conditions; tough, relentless, enduring, tireless. Hard work is our habit. We wake up every morning ready for the harness and eager for the trail. It will take work to survive this – and on this front we will not fail. Our anger is our edge.
We are Huskies.
We will work to find the promised land no matter the trials and distance. It's in our bloodlines. It's our past, our present, and it will be our future. It is our destiny. And we grasp our destiny, worship it, become it. It's why we were born, and everything we've ever known. And now...we have all the motivation we will ever need.
We are Huskies, and we are Champions.
Ten Toes In...Go Huskies!
