Kajuma gazed down at his comrades from a branch along an oak surrounding their territory, where Kyoka told him to stay. Just a few moments ago, the Alpha and Soldier had been training, until they came. Massive brown-furred creatures with a small, long muzzle and claws the size of knife blades. Not to mention twice the size of a wolf; Three times the size of a wolf when they stood on their haunches. Was the Rahidu Forest trying to kill them?
Soon his comrades were being ripped apart by these demons, and a massacre engulfed the landscape in darkness. The corpses bathed in blood, oaks stained in crimson, the land splattered with limbs and pieces of his Tribe. Even Kyoka was dead. He was of course in shock, panic, dismay. Gnashing teeth conspiring against the odds of any chance of his survival in this cruel world, shattered memories of his former Tribe swarming his mind. Kajuma couldn't speak, he had no words, no description for this forsaken death of a Tribe. His Alpha, Beta, friends, their souls were now contained in a forever unconsciousness. His personality had already been swallowed in grief. Spirit broken. Soul.. corrupted.
But this is not the end of our story. No, no. This is only the beginning. The start of a journey. The birth of a corrupted young cat with a hunger for revenge, blood, sacrifice. This is the story of a poor, corrupted spirit possessed by endless darkness, a raging beast slaughtering an innocent tribal feline inside one embodiment. This is the story of Corrupt of Unspoken Betrayal, and it hasn't even began yet.
Kajuma was on his last droplet of sanity, dangerously close to losing himself.
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The Corrupt Of My Soul
Ficção GeralKajuma is a young kitten in a Tribe of savage canines, raised to be as ruthless as them. When his caretaker discovers his flaws, she suggests a technique that will surely fix him up. But will this 'punishment', for his own good, fix him or corrupt...
