LOOK AT THIS POOR BOY / intro

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

Please remember, please don't go away anymore.

Can't you hear me?

This isn't you. Snap out of it. Please remember.

Hurt, hurt, hurt. Hunger, hunger, hunger.
That is all that is on the boy's mind now. The voices that whispered to him in and out of consciousness remain silent, their messages meaningless to a weapon.
An abomination.

It finds its way to the marsh, the flames burning off of it so aggressively, the shines in its eyes overtaken by the orange glows emitting from them.

The time splits have taken him before he is ready, and now all that he can let out are aggressive snarls and angry fires melting off of his fur. He wants food. But, oh it keeps burning away. Cooked, one voice may have claimed. But it was overdone, charred and inedible. Disgusting and resulting in his attempts to swallow anything for his needy stomach to come up short. But it's so muddy here - there is water here. Maybe if he keeps something submerged, he could eat it.

If he has crossed any border, it would go unnoticed. The fumes of his fires around his body overpowered any scent markers.

It was unlikely plants were left untouched as well, though, fortunately, it would not spread far, being in water. And, it was not long before he would be stopped by one of its inhabitants.

The hissing causes his lowered ears to swivel slightly, alert and twitching towards the sound. Powerful jaws would be the first things to meet his gaze, and then the rest of the reptilian body, sitting within a a deeper puddle, warning him he is coming too close. The young tiger's glowing gaze locks onto it, letting out growls of his own in return. Food.

And so, the flaming boy would run towards it. There is no use in trying to hide - he has already been seen, and it was not possible to blend in with his surroundings when he's on fire. He was met with snapping alligator teeth, missing him as he positions himself on top of the creature, biting down onto its neck quickly, his flames crackling rapidly.

The beast has taken down its meal, and now it may feast, finally.

He settles into the water, hurriedly grabbing whatever meat he can get a hold of, the flames shooting from his body seeming to settle slightly.