Peppaland's Medieval Ages (PH-1)

Thirst for Power

The fox panicked at those threatening words. His eyes wide open, he cried out loud at Jack to beg him not to do it. His faint yells were meaningless though. The human's protests were interrupted by a forceful push into the wall. Spatters of blood flew from between the fox and the wall as his adoptive ant brother was crushed by his own body.

His eyes shot in every direction, he was unable to process that the insane donkey made him crush his brother.

The tainted ex-hero that was Jack relentlessly pressed a blade that smelled of bear fur against Ferro's neck. Jack then pushed the blade even further into the fox's neck, creating a scene similar to when the taxman did it to Jack himself. This time though, there was no way for the victim to escape. 

Ferro's chest began to deflate as the feeling of fear washed down his throat and cause him to hold his breath, causing him to suffocate slowly. The donkey snorted in a mix of relief and amusement as he watched the vulpine's legs go from kicking violently to weakly writhing, clearly struggling to handle his power. Satisfied he'd got a good taste of his weapon, he rose off of the defenseless fox just a smidge, enough to let all the deadly fear that had filled up Jack to escape.

The room was soon tainted with the eye-watering stench of rotting cheese, meat, and manure.

Yep, Ferro shat his pants. The whole ordeal only made him more anxious, in a way this was like a small animal showing weakness to a predator in the wild.

"Heh heh heh, my attitude gets real rotten when I've acquired enough power.." Jack chuckled.

 Ferro was severely dazed, physically and emotionally exhausted by the cruel torture imposed by the beastly donkey. He felt sick as the uniquely dreadful sensation of his own anxiety lingered in his chest. He couldn't take this much longer... If surviving meant having to deal with treacherous ordeals like this, he would gladly die this way. The no-good goon felt he had made a pretty strong message, so would be leaving... but not quite yet.

"You're gonna learn the hard way lad," called out the monstrous donkey with an awakened sense of anger, "whether you have the gold or not..."

"...I'll make you pay!" he finished, but not before shamelessly snapping the fox's neck.

The fox yelped one last time as he noticed the donkey preparing to kill him. And then.. silence.

"You vermin better 'ave the g next time I visit..." said the villainous brute aloud. "...otherwise I'll be killin' ye till you pay with somethin' much more dear, heh heh heh..."

The townsfolk nervously nodded as he laughed wickedly. He doubted very much that he would have problems getting his payment from this village ever again... he used to dream of being a hero, but once he got power, it had gotten to his head.. and killed any sense of mercy within him.. many wondered if there was a way to snap him out of it.. but that could take a long while..