When Crazen awoke, he felt weak. His chest and throat hurt so much. The room looked no different from before. He can see a worgen figure at the alchemy table, but it doesn't look to be Garaxion at all. This worgen is different. This worgen has black fur that carries a blue tint, and he's taller than Garaxion. He wears fancy black clothing, and he looks so familiar. Crazen freezes upon realizing.
HIs father. His father was here. It couldn't be.
Crazen shakes, rattling the table again, due to his scales clattering against the table. It couldn't be. Crazen's father was mean. He was terrible.. but Maerow would never do this. He'd never do this to Crazen.. would he?
The worgen turns around, revealing his long snout and sharp teeth. His blue eyes shine brightly. The worgen holds a small metal object in his hand. It looked like something you'd use to pull out things with. The worgen approaches, and the voice he speaks in is echoed and mono-toned, confirming Crazen's guess.
"You're worthless. You shouldn't even be a Blackfang, look at you. You can't even save someone let alone yourself. I should have killed you before you left."
Crazen tries to chitter, tries to make any noises, but he can't. All that comes out is a dry and airy croak. Maerow continued to approach, the metal object still in his hand. He moves to one of Crazen's front paws, using the tool to grasp onto one of his small claws. Maerow pulls harshly. Instead of the claw coming out, most of the claw had broken. He repeats this process several times, sometimes only leaving fragments of a claw in Crazen's skin, causing Crazen to try and cry out in pain.
He wasn't afraid of this, but when Maerow pries open his snout and uses the device to rip out his small teeth, he's afraid. He cries and struggled, blood coming from his mouth as the teeth are pulled rather sloppily and viciously. Maerow only laughs at his pain, like Garaxion had.
After Crazen's mouth is full of blood, Maerow tosses the device away, moving to grab at Crazen's wings. He breaks them and begins to shred at the thin layer of flesh on his wings. He tears holes in them. Crazen struggles, tries to screech, spitting out the blood in his mouth. He's in so much pain. It stings. He tries to beg. Tries to cry out. Maerow doesn't stop. He continues. He grips at Crazen's legs, breaking all four of them. Two of them he twists around and round.
Crazen is wheezing, breathing so heavily. For a moment, and only just a moment, Maerow is replaced by Garaxion, who is still laughing. Crazen's vision is fading. He's going to die. He can feel it. He's going to die.
He barely hears the door slam open and doesn't see Stharakian blast Maerow away. His vision remains a blur as Stharakian breaks the chains and carries him out, flying as fast as the 'drake' could. Crazen only gives a small, broken, and bloodied smile as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Again, the darkness is there to caress him and everything goes silent.
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The Blackfang Tragedy
FantasyA small whelpling simply known as 'Crazen' finds himself lost in a new world after running from his family for being different then them. Though he is smaller, mute, and less intelligent than his family, he rushes off into a world of love, loss, pai...
