The Beast or Tristan ran through the blackened forest. He had ran straight into a tree and fell down on to the ground. He grunted, his muscles grind as he sat up, cradling his cut arm. All he ever felt was pain, before and after his 'death'. He wanted it to stop, all of it. But whenever he tried to, the blackened tar just covered the wound, mending it back together like a never ending curse. He stared at his pitted paw, whimpering, sounding like he had something in his throat. He looked up into the canopy, taint dripped onto his forehead. He stood up and walked to the tarred shack. He sat on the bed, looking at the mirror. He saw a black, deformed beast with blue eyes, staring back at him. His massively nicked ears flatten on his head. "Not again" He choked. As he stood up rage filled him, soon after he shoved his fist through the mirror and the shack's rotten wood. He looked over at the black rose. The thorns dripped with the tar. He pulled his paw out of the mirror, grabbed the rose and teared it out of the rotten wood. Crushing it with his deformed paw. He snarled as he looked at the crushed petals. "Charles..." He growled.
The labem dripped onto the bare ground. A tree collapsed over it, only to be consumed by the taint. An unfortunate squirrel landed on the ground, only to be quickly covered by the darkness as it shrieked for help. Only soon after being silenced. Everything was quiet, except the cracked roaring of Tristan in the distance. When night has fallen, so did many more trees and animals.
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Silver Knives and Blackened Petals (Hiatus)
أدب الهواةCharles, a human living in a world of bipedal animals as the only human remaining. His modern happyish life goes to escaping the Human Pet Enforcers or the H.P.E which leads his life to fight the Labem in the rotting Athen's forest with medieval swo...
