On the frontlines of war
We have to find a better way
Ashen pada splashed quietly in the shallows of the liquids of the lake. It was just around the mating season of the trout around here, their rocky nests in the shallows made for an easily picked off snack. Slowly approaching the trout nearest to him, he threw his head down and his teeth bit through the scaled creature. Blood started to fill his mouth as he walked to the shores, causing him to flash back.
The blood that stained his birth lands of his family and friends. He and few others had survived the fatal ambush but it was not the honorable way. They were out scouting for the wolves whom attacked the rest of them when the massacre took place. His two brothers and father were gone. When he returned home to share the news of the deaths of them all, he fond more corpses rotting. His mother and three sisters were gone too. This was the brutality of war. This was his demon that haunted him, the souls of those whom he did kill.
Dropping the fish onto the rocks and sand, he watched as it flailed. He put his gargantuan paw on the fish and pressed it to the ground. He needed to forget his past. He now looked for refuge. For a place to call home, a girl to settle down with. He was still somewhat young however. He began to feast on the fish, filling himself one the meat.
After he finished, he laid down on the cold ground, watching the cool waters of the lake. His eyes caught in the sunlight, making them appear red. He stood up and walked over to the shallows, staring at his reflection. His ashen maw stained with blood. He quickly washed it off and sat in the shallows. His eyes connected with that of his reflection. He looked like a monster in wolves clothing. His eyes looked blood red, his pelt the color of the night and the ashes of freshly burned forests. He sighed. This was his demon that he couldn't get rid of.
"And I will stand my ground until the end"
:: Mabbit :: Adult :: Demon :: Mate :: Heirs :: Home :: -Cris'Girl- ::
'Till we conquer them all
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