01-05-2023, 10:14 PM
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Corrupted Flower
Trans Masc — Tanglewood — Tangler — HOVER FOR TAGS
CW: Nightmare/flashback, mentions of death
Dark red paws thunder across the terrain, equally dark maw split apart as pants of air slipped out. A wild gaze was locked onto the path in front of the running creature, unable to look anywhere else but the path. Voices circled around Solsken, calling out to him and laughing at his misery. “Monster!” One would call out, causing the Hellhound to stumble a bit. “No! I’m not a monster!” He cried out. Cackling could be heard all around him as he shook out his head and continued to run along the winding path.
The Hellhound skidded to a stop, gaze wide as a creature stepped out in front of him. The billowing figure of his mother stood before him, her unseeing gaze staring right through his soul. “Momma?” He asked in such a soft voice, as if afraid she would shatter if he was loud. His ears flattened against his head which would lower as he went to step towards her.
“Murderer,” her voice whispered out, the sound floating through the wind and circling the Hellhound. Solsken stared wide eyed at his mother’s wispy form, as if daring her to say it once more. And she did. “Murder!” She screeched out, blank gaze glowing a bright red.
Solsken scrambled backwards, shaking his head vigorously as he did so. “No I’m not a murderer!” He cried out, choking on his own tears. “It was an accident I promise! I never meant to hurt you!” He pleaded. Images flashed in his mind, the dreaded night that he wished to forget resurfacing. He hadn’t been that old, just barely able to take care of himself. Tiny paws stood in the red stained snow, trembling as his gaze stared wide eyed down at his parents bodies. Whimpers slipped past his muzzle as he tried to figure out what had happened but his mind was drawing a blank as if the memories didn’t exist.
Solsken shook his head once more, a paw lifting to claw at his head. “No! No! I’m not a murderer!” He cried out, sobs raking through his body as he stumbled backwards.
Pink orbs snapped open, the red hues body sitting up with a loud snarl. Solsken pushed himself up from here he had been resting, stumbling towards part of his house and seeming to run into something if the sound of an object falling to the ground was any indicator. The Hellhound’s brain was still heavy with sleep and the nightmare, leaving Solsken not fully aware of his surroundings.
Dark red paws thunder across the terrain, equally dark maw split apart as pants of air slipped out. A wild gaze was locked onto the path in front of the running creature, unable to look anywhere else but the path. Voices circled around Solsken, calling out to him and laughing at his misery. “Monster!” One would call out, causing the Hellhound to stumble a bit. “No! I’m not a monster!” He cried out. Cackling could be heard all around him as he shook out his head and continued to run along the winding path.
The Hellhound skidded to a stop, gaze wide as a creature stepped out in front of him. The billowing figure of his mother stood before him, her unseeing gaze staring right through his soul. “Momma?” He asked in such a soft voice, as if afraid she would shatter if he was loud. His ears flattened against his head which would lower as he went to step towards her.
“Murderer,” her voice whispered out, the sound floating through the wind and circling the Hellhound. Solsken stared wide eyed at his mother’s wispy form, as if daring her to say it once more. And she did. “Murder!” She screeched out, blank gaze glowing a bright red.
Solsken scrambled backwards, shaking his head vigorously as he did so. “No I’m not a murderer!” He cried out, choking on his own tears. “It was an accident I promise! I never meant to hurt you!” He pleaded. Images flashed in his mind, the dreaded night that he wished to forget resurfacing. He hadn’t been that old, just barely able to take care of himself. Tiny paws stood in the red stained snow, trembling as his gaze stared wide eyed down at his parents bodies. Whimpers slipped past his muzzle as he tried to figure out what had happened but his mind was drawing a blank as if the memories didn’t exist.
Solsken shook his head once more, a paw lifting to claw at his head. “No! No! I’m not a murderer!” He cried out, sobs raking through his body as he stumbled backwards.
Pink orbs snapped open, the red hues body sitting up with a loud snarl. Solsken pushed himself up from here he had been resting, stumbling towards part of his house and seeming to run into something if the sound of an object falling to the ground was any indicator. The Hellhound’s brain was still heavy with sleep and the nightmare, leaving Solsken not fully aware of his surroundings.