08-20-2022, 01:23 AM
WHAT'S IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD!
Sethiram hardly had any courage to get out from hollow logs and old badger dens now. Even if he knew that the swamp was indeed his home, visions and warped hallucinations dogged him constantly. Even as he stood against the marshy coast, his paws planted into the ground with fear as he stared into the open waters. Something dark moved in the water, fur like stars and eyes like silver plates.
"Mom..?" He uttered, knowing that he was just seeing things. Starmap, his mother figure, was gone. Aesior, his former father figure, now terrified the tom. Tears welled up and fell from wide eyes, wings shuddering with each breath. "Why..." He started, gnashing his teeth as he did so. Why couldn't he had just been normal, without the ailments of a false god. "Why couldn't I had just been a normal boy!? Why did he have to try and turn me into a God!?" He shrieked, doubling over as nerves willed his body to move.
Grief became anger, and he lashed his tail. "Damnit... I'm forever like this, can't even look at Aesior without freezing up or running away." He hissed, claws digging into sodden ground. He was no god, no poet, no prophetic being. The only thing he was, was a broken man. "I'm broken! Nothing's going to fix me!" He sobbed into his foreleg, looking up to see the black figure disappear.
"Mom..?" He uttered, knowing that he was just seeing things. Starmap, his mother figure, was gone. Aesior, his former father figure, now terrified the tom. Tears welled up and fell from wide eyes, wings shuddering with each breath. "Why..." He started, gnashing his teeth as he did so. Why couldn't he had just been normal, without the ailments of a false god. "Why couldn't I had just been a normal boy!? Why did he have to try and turn me into a God!?" He shrieked, doubling over as nerves willed his body to move.
Grief became anger, and he lashed his tail. "Damnit... I'm forever like this, can't even look at Aesior without freezing up or running away." He hissed, claws digging into sodden ground. He was no god, no poet, no prophetic being. The only thing he was, was a broken man. "I'm broken! Nothing's going to fix me!" He sobbed into his foreleg, looking up to see the black figure disappear.
ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE!
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