[ 💀 Sandy Bones 💀 ] ON HOLD

Chapter Five

The wait went smoothly, all that interrupted Coyote's empty train of thoughts was the occasional big gust of wind, catching him by surprise. It was a long time before Fox came back, but he did eventually.

" I'm back. " Fox tapped into the ground.

On his back was a dark gray wolf whose eyes were shut, it was clearly Fox's breakfast. Coyote wouldn't eat, he couldn't.

" Do we have any plans? " Coyote asked, tapping with his tail instead of his foot

" Do we? It's up to you. We could go look for your daughter some more if you want to... " He suggested, now sitting next to Coyote.

Coyote was silent. Did he want to go? Or, was it too dangerous?

" Too dangerous. " He shook his head. " There's something telling me not to go. " He explained.

" Mmm... Okayy... " Fox spoke, knowing Coyote couldn't hear him.

" ...What am I? " Coyote asked.

His question caught Fox off guard. Did he think of himself as a sort of monster?

" What? I-I thought you knew! " Fox tapped, his foot shaking and simulating a stutter.

" Nope. " Coyote responded, scared of what he was going to say next.

" Well... You're kinda... Made out of bones? " He responded.

Coyote jumped back, panting. He felt along his own wing for the first time since he'd waken up in the dirt.

It was true.

He was indeed made out of bones. He was in terror. What did he look like? Would he ever die? Would he be forced to see through the unwinnable wars and terrible battles worthy of nightmares? He shrieked, but there was no sound. He fell backward and scraped the bones he was made from against hard rock.

" Hey, hey! " Fox tapped aggressively.

This only started him more, he flapped his wings but nothing lifted him. His wings bashed into the walls, which he couldn't see. His wing bent, and it was a terrible pain. He spun and shot fire everywhere. Fox screamed, the burn was terrible to him, especially since he was an IceWing.

Coyote began to run around, knocking over all sorts of things he wasn't even aware were there. Fox tried to keep himself from burning, but it was no use. Coyote ran into Fox, piercing him with his horns. Blood spilled out of the IceWing's mouth, and he fell to the ground. Coyote backed up, regretting himself. He lashed his tail and ran out of the cave, not knowing the danger that awaited him.

He grass was soft wherever he was. The path he was taking was well-worn, flat, it was too easy. Sooner or later, he was going to run into something. ( Credits To Rayla From TDP For That Line Rignt There ) He reached out and felt stone along his bone talons. He shivered, and gripped to the stone. He brought himself up and stopped on a ledge. He felt along it and soon memorized where it stopped.

" Okay, I'm good. " He thought, now laying down.

He thought about what he'd done, hurting Fox and all. He didn't know what had happened to him, why had he acted that way? Was he going to slowly change from who he used to be? And the most important question of them all, was Fox going to be okay? Coyote shifted his talons uncomfortably, Fox had taken him in, and he wasn't scared of him. He would probably be the last one that wasn't. What had he done?

" I... I'm a monster! " He mouthed, trying to speak it.

He clenched his jaw frustratingly. He hated he couldn't speak, couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't do anything! To himself, he was nothing but a useless murderer. He hoped he wasn't an actual murderer, he hoped Fox was somehow still alive. But he knew the chances were slim. He lifted his foot and grasped his skull, gripping to it tighter, and tighter, and tighter. He let go with a regretful sigh. He laid his head down, but not somewhere intended. He'd laid it where the platform had ENDED. His head slipped off, and naturally he came with it.

He whipped his body and took hold of the edge. Again, he was going to die AGAIN. The cool of the chill night breeze tickled his tail, and he grit his teeth. He tried to hold tighter, but his talons were weak and sore from running. His body was old and fragile, he couldn't do as much as he'd want to. He lashed his back legs in frustration, and was too angry to fight anymore. A wave of negativity encased him, corrupting his thoughts.

" Fox is dead. I'm never going to find my daughter. This was all for nothing. I'M for nothing! CURSE THIS DAMNED WORLD! " He thought as loud as he could, hoping it would make noise, that he could finally do SOMETHING. But alas, nothing came.

He lashed his tail once more, before retracting his talons and letting himself fall. The wind wrapped around his body, clinging to him like a big cold leech. He didn't regret letting go as he fell, he thought maybe that he'd finally be able to die. But no. When his back hit the ground, it delivered nothing but pain. NOT death. He bounced off and fell into a deep, savage river. It entered his mouth, but it did nothing. He had no lungs. He bit at the water in pure rage as it carried him. Sharp rocks pierced between his bones like swords, but he felt nothing. It dragged him for miles. At one point, a rock pushed at his bent wing, which gave him pain unlike every other rock moving between his bones.

The water suddenly trailed to a stop, dropped him into deeper water. The sudden impact knocked him unconscious. He did however hear a voice before he went out.

" What are you? " It asked.