Will Someone Love Me?(Shadamy) UNDER EDITING!

Long Time No See

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        He walked, and walked, and walked till he was back at Eggman's ship that hung over the city. The city was already destroyed and the buildings were now just being knocked down. Hopping down into the front of the ship doors he growled softly.

      Eggman sat with pure horror in his face before noticing it.

      Shadow.

           Shadow was kneeled down, bowing to Eggman as he had a wild look to his eyes, a pure deathly aura to his features as there seemed to hold nothing but blood lust and anger. "Uncle." Shadow said. Eggman clapped a bit as he let Shadow stand to look at him.

           Eggman couldn't contain his energy of giddiness. "Shadow the werehog! I haven't seen you in a long time! You must of grown at a mass quantity and strength growth." Shadow just looked at Eggman with a dark look as his claws were very sharp and glinting with fresh blood.

        It took Eggman a while to realize the pink fur in Shadows griped hand. "What on earth is that?" Eggman reached for it, getting a nasty loud but low roar. Shadow held it close as he glared hard. "Don't.Touch.It." He looked at the pink tuffs of hair and softly ran his long clawed finger over it. "Female brat." Eggman muttered. "Scourge, where is he?" he looked at Shadow who slowly looked up and then glared hard hearing Scourge stumble in behind him.

         "Scourge, is it done?" Scourge looked at Eggman nodding with a wicked grin. "Ran into Shadow on the way back. He was hunting her down and when he got the pink tuff that I wanted to have for a prize, he wouldn't let go." Shadow was squatted with his tail swishing this way and that, sniffing the fur and purring. The blood covered his hands as the fur had been torn out of something.

          Shadow looked at it then at them for a moment before holding it out and rubbing  his fingers on the skin and blood. "Is this thing, dead?"

           Scourge snickered. "Good as dead."

            Shadow looked down and then rubbed his face to the tuff of hair and blood, purring lowly and shaking. "But it smells so beautiful, how can the smell of an angel die?"

            Shadow rubbed his head as he was taken to a room for himself to rest in. He sat down on his bed, un curling his hand from the pink. His face was creased into a frown of anger and frustration as he rubbed his chin and then scratched at his neck.

              "Fuck, I don't understand why this is making me so dam angry!" He smelled the scent on it and he growled. "Its so intoxicating as hell, its vanilla scent with a mint mixed to it. The nut meg swirl to it and a hint of pumpkin spice somewhere." He shook a bit as he got confused by a tear as he had looked at the blood.

               "Who were you." he croaked, his shoulders shook more as tears rushed though his thick fluff on his cheeks. "Your a mystery and I want to figure you out." He inhaled the fur in his hand a bit again a sense of relaxation soothing his tense body.

                 Sitting there, he swallowed and laid back onto his bedding what creaked under her weight. "The person your thinking about is dead, Shadow." Scourge was leaned on his door frame and smirking. "Dead, but who was it! Who was the person who was connected to this fur?!" Shadow was growling with a hate of not seeing the truth.

                "It was a girl, a short pathetic girl who died slowly as she bled out from her side, sobbing. Pathetically begging for someone to forgive her for not waiting or some shit." Scourge chuckled as he was smoking a cigarette. "What did she look like?" Shadow asked with a low monotone as he softly rand his finger on the fur. Scourge looked at Shadow and a snarl threatened his lips. "She was pink, a light pink with jade green eyes. Her hair was curled and short with a soft expression. Her body held old scars and her eyes held pain, fear, and longing." Scourge looked at the ceiling. "Wore soft cloths or a red dress with a higher up thigh length dress bottom.