Reformation

Don't know who King is? Check out his past and what his current position is in So Close to better understand him!

King sighed. He was in the corner of the Pillow Room a.k.a. The Adoption Center, as usual. No regal wings for him to bear yet - the Alphas had already condemned him one stormy day for this current role, yet he never actually had his own wings to bear. Laying his head on the floor, he watched the crowd of Jammers begging to have a home to call their very own, but Jammers never chose him, for they believed he was the 'poisoned one'. Everyone left him alone as if he was a ghost, and sometimes they would come up to him and pretend to kill him, or at least actually hurt him in general. He decided to do something he knew he would eventually regret, but knew he would at least draw sympathy from someone brave enough to believe his pain. But this was his only option left. In the past he had tried begging, pleading, crying and showing his own pain, but the so-called 'Alphas' had convinced EVERYONE to not believe what the poor animal had said. They were monsters in their own right.