A beautiful speculation of a wider large field, covered of daises under the early wild pinkwool yonder; pierced by the gentle halo of the early sun.
Petals trembling with the gentle wind that blown in-between it's steams. Birds chirping, butterflies flapping gentle it's wings, squirrels chuckling with it's nuts.
Probably not wanting to share it with the others as it ran off. Nature was appealing despite it roughen condition, it was a beautiful place for a solitude mind.
It's beautiful yield untouched.
Then it changed, atmosphere shifting. Ground trembled, trucks of trees dimmed.
Crows craws in massive groups, flying pass the sky. Behind was a rapid spread to dryness. Leaves dried and carried along in the dark wind.
Like tentacles it dig in and out. Like a cloud of roughen black dust; that destroyed everything into dust.
_ Fear_ it gripped all creatures.
Law of a jungle was proofing worthless at this time. No packs moved together or group run together.
Not a claimed King stool still.
The weak or the slow could die first... Or become a substitute for another to live.
No matter how great and small... They ran in wheels...
The unlucky ones caught, faded into pied of soft sand.
Dry an unseen, slowly their skin rust into dust then their flesh; layer by layer_ giving similarity to a cook skinny out slime layers from a bloody meat.
... A cause waves of pain... blending with the plague like black sand. Different cries echoes out.
Darkness infuriate the ones untainted clouds, spreading like ink plunge into clean water.
It's caused of a dark dreadful effect.
Lightning abrupted.
Like chains across clouds. It slash out purple light that hit within the growing incoming dark smoke, exposing a huge shadow within the darkness.
It blood eyes shone.
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[ Arc1 as began... It's a fantasy world of creatures but beware of the forbidden world.
( Human)
Cause they don't exist in the world of the jungle. Until then enjoy the story... Most story line would be taken for : REJECTED THEE MATE.]
ARC Title: THE FALL OF THE ARISTOCRAT.
BL... ROUGH SMUT. Just kidding
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Humans. Was the forbidden name that is unknown to the language of Talian Panton.
He struck painful his ass , the bloody tail that was cut off into his ass. His knees felt painful taking that stand for a long time. The little brother was half erected.
Would he've to do this everyday.
It wasn't a choice.
The skinny abused body trembled after fixing the tail right. He dare not to collapse.
Sprinkling himself blood of the dead rapist, h.e attached to the uneven hair a pair of wolves ears on his head.
He could die but his eyes was sharp. Eyeing the died man and his fluffy coat but he couldn't risk being found by the clan men.
His busters feets stood uneven on the snow. He might died here even without them hunting him down.
The orphan couldn't risk it anymore. He took the man digger and his beer and portions.
Rumors to have magic.
Gold coin too tempting. He took one and then two and then everything.
Ji hon turned to leave but didn't . He stared at the died vicious rapist. He ran off leaving a nake body on the snow ground.