it had been 10min since the last 5 beasts ran away and the teen was sprawled on the ground, holding his right hand with his left
'i can't just wrap this up and call it a day, the wound is too deep. i will die in a few days due to infection at this point'
the teen cried in pain silently as he lamented his fate when suddenly he heard the morbid voice in his head for the second time
" it seems you have lasted far less than i expected without getting fately wounded. you are very weak minded, if you have kept your cool these mesely atakins would not have injured you"
the teen childeshly ignored the voice, too much in pain to muster a thought other than 'fuck you'
and as if the voice heard that he continued with a condescending tone
" you need to be strong now, not as you go on. this place is unkind; it treats everyone impartially and no one will wait for you to
strengthen your resolve, child"
this time the teen replied meekly
" i don't want to die" he sobbed as he craddled his right arm
" will you walk the path of life and death to become stronger? will you give up your humanity for your freedom? will you become a monster capable of instilling fear deep within the souls of every living and dead creature?"
the boy nodded softly '' yes" but this time a light filled with drive shined in the boy's eyes
a few seconds later the voice said
" then the moss field to the right of the hill of corpses will help you stop any infection. it will also partially heal your fatal wounds, you just need to smear it on them. but remember, this moth of my creation is not an all healing medicine. if you lose a limb or an organ it will not grow back, the scars of the wounds will not magically disappeare either. and its effectiveness decreases the more you use it. so only use it for imergencies.. that's it for now. don't disappoint me, child"
and that is how the child had gotten his second real scar
END OF FLASHBACK
he shook his head to get rid of such thoughts, burrying these emotions at the back of his mind and plastering a huge wavering smile on his face
" today's supper is dog meat with a fine glass of fresh blood"
he grabbed the bodies and walked back to his lair.
after gods know how long he arrived at the mountain of corpses and dumped the bodies next to it. sitting with his legs crossed on the floor he grabbed the first body with both hands and started ripping its fur off its meat.
"damn these dogs interrupted me as i was counting now i don't remember where i stopped" he mumbeled as he ripped open its stomach with his sharp teeth.
after finishing the skinning he munched on the raw meat as he looked up at the 30m long wall that was covered with scribbles. he sucked the blood out of the beast's meat to subside his thirst.
after getting stuck in the damned cave, the man realized the only way he could survive without water and food was to eat and drink the blood and meat of the beasts that he hunts.
that was because the only thing inside these damp walls other than himself and the beasts was moss.. he never found sticks and the stones would never light a fire no matter how much he rubbed them together..
the walls always felt moist but he never found any source of water.
and because he never was able to light a fire he had to eat raw meat..
he kept getting stomachaches and heart burns for the first year, but it was better than starving to death.
the pain slowly decreased with the passing years and now it was non existing.
he survived for this long without dying of posioning so he was at least glad he pushed himself to eat them.. in fact, he was surprised he didn't but quickly blamed it on his ingestion of the medicinal moss
the man wipped his bloodied hand on the wall and got up, he then whispered
"how close am i now?"
he has been clearing every section of the cave to get closer to its center where the voice supposedly resided.
but 8 years later and he still wasn't a tiny bit close.
after a few minutes a deep voice responded in an annoyed tone
" cold... you're still cold"
the man laughed hysterically holding his full belly with one arm. but for anyone's ears, the gruffy voice sounded more like a howl than a laugh, it made the nearby beasts run away in fear.
the voice that was coming from inside his head responded to the man's howl
" you have been asking me the same question everyday for the last month ever since you went from very cold to cold. have you finally lost your mind, child?"
the man ignored it and kept laughing until tears slipped from his bloodshot eyes.
and after calming down, a solem expression could be seen on his bloody face
" i just love the sound of 'cold'.. it's been so very long since i was stuck at 'very cold"
the man scratched his mane like hair and glared at the huge walls that surrounded him as he said
"are you going to tell me how long i've been stuck here? i keep losing count of the days, i think i missed a few hundred.."
but the deep voice never responded to his endless questions about the duration he spent in the cave.. the man never gave up on asking, at some point it became more of a habbit than anything else.
he hated the voice of the cave, he didn't know who or what it is, but he knew that it was the reason he was here.. and the only thing that kept him marching forward, the only reason he kept getting injured and eating disgusting beasts, the only reason he didn't completely lose his mind yet was to come face to face with it and kill it in the most brutal way he can think of
he felt fur rub on his legs and snapoing him out if his dark thoughts, he averted his gaze downwards where his companion stood
it was a small mutated wolf puppy that he rescued on his fifth year in the cave. it was a cross breed between a white wolf and a shikata, so he had the size of a puppy with white fur that had turned brown from dirt long ago
he could not see the beautiful emerald eyes of his small cute puppy nor he can hear its bark but he still felt warm at its touch
" what would have happened to me without you, little one" he smiled as he petted the puppy who just barked at him wiggling its tail.
without seeing , the man already knew what the beast wanted so he grabbed a piece of the red fanged wolf's meat and gave it to benny
" eat well benny, i will sleep now" he murmured and was out cold
the wolf looked at its savior who only looked peaceful when he was sleeping and shugged down the meat.
it then curled up next to him and fell asleep to his warmth
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