Cathaysia of Memories.

SI; Lamb to the Heavens

The light of the sun filters through the vibrant, moist leaves of the tall trees of spring. The smell of apricot in the humid air allowed for a uniquely pleasant, warm feeling to embrace his slightly malnourished body.

Lilit, a male lone wolf, has been hungry for a long time. A bloodthirsty yet conscious mind has slowly begun to drive him mad, but an unknown element in the air has begun to bring this manic state to rest.

The freshness of blueberries was quite relieving. He'd lacked the memory of such a taste, and relished in it. He didn't want to leave this forest.

A rather disgusting smell invaded Lilit's senses, a scent of prey filling his nose.

He immediately went over to where it was coming from, a small house releasing a nasty stench entering his sight. But under this nose-curling miasma, Lilit could tell the presence of prey.

He jumped in through the shattering glass window, ignoring the strong fetor of decay and excrement and jumping onto the fat, dirty body of a pig.

It's squealing underneath him incited an unusual emptiness Lilit had never felt before.

Perhaps he only felt this euphoric sensation when he killed a pig, or a pig feared him.

Nevertheless, the fearful eyes of the pig beneath as Lilit chewed its neck through were satisfying enough.

The effluvium gathered in this small house basically disappeared as the metallic aroma pervaded every crevice of the house.

When he was a cub, his mother didn't like him.

Was that why he didn't want to leave this forest?

—END of [I].

—BEGINNING of [II].

Eskarne is a pig who felt lonely sometimes.

He lived alone, ate alone, did everything alone, and lived an unfulfilling life alone.

The worst thing about it was that he didn't need to be doing this alone. He had two brothers, and used to be close with both of them.

Now, the only thing they did together was live in the same forest.

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honestly idk where to go wit this but it was js an alter version of the wolf and yhe three pigs lmaoa