08-23-2019, 04:22 PM
HIBISCUS
"Mommy's little monster!"
He remembered being born. It was dark and cold before his mother came to warm him up and coo at him. His mother had been diligent, and raised him for the short time they were together. Unfortunately, after three weeks of his conception, the colt's mother had died. Impaled by a stalagmite in their very own home. The child hadn't been able to hunt on his own yet. and he grew hungry. The hunger drove him to devour his mother's corpse, and after that.. He just grew more and more hungry. The instinct to survive drove him to leave the cave he called home, and colt traveled out; weary and thin, and ready to gorge himself in a fine meal.
After two weeks, the child collapsed in the marshes, starving and too weak to go on. He cried out before laying his head on the ground. Hibiscus was ready to give up. He was ready to see his mother again.
After two weeks, the child collapsed in the marshes, starving and too weak to go on. He cried out before laying his head on the ground. Hibiscus was ready to give up. He was ready to see his mother again.
tags - penned by [member=292]madame.[/member]