Deep in the dark of the woods where secrets sleep, arrived the one who's come as the manifestation of horror. Until the soul devotion reap, for the lamb who herd the sheep.
Towering and enrapturing, the feign of silence where nothing could ever grasp what they precede. It was a view of a creature that was out of this world, hallowed and harrowing to grasp in any minds and any hinges.
It was daunting, terrifying. Yet at the same time, that unruly existence strikes up every mark of familiarity to something hidden beneath my soul.
It was then where something slid behind me. An ethereal existence, benign of any name and any reason to exist.
That thing came with a single message to deliver, something that I mustn't ignore lest I want to taste the fall.
'Run'.
It strikes mortal fear through every fiber of my mind.
Without any moment of processing thoughts nor indignation, the moose had already charged up every inch of its body into radiant and terrifying blue glow, unleashing the loud nuclear screams as a siren of danger to any creatures who were still in the vicinity.
And then there was the rabbit, my newly acquired daughter who was supposed to possess vast wisdom and experience in her time wandering the land alone, had been overwhelmed by trepidation. Her pupils shrank as her face was encompassed with terror.
I wanted to tell her to run and carry me away, as that would be the best course of action considering how adept I was in terms of mobility.
But just when I saw the titan humanoid entity begin to open every mouth it possessed in its face, I decided to reach out a part of my blobby jello body onto my daughter's hand.
My fear of what was about to come made me use excessive force when grabbing her arm. The sight of the reddish mark that I inflicted to her was more horrifying than the 'void' entity that appeared just now.
Suppressing all of these demeriting feelings, I carried on and dragged my frozen daughter out of this vicinity.
"Aaaah…"
"I'll give you something nice later, so please endure it for now!"
I saw on the back that the moose had already unleashed every spell imaginable towards the intruder of this forest. Flames, ice, thunder, and razor sharp winds had been hurled in the hope of fending off the impurity that could stain the entire forest.
None of the attacks did anything.
With all of the mouths finally opened, words that weren't supposed to exist in this reality began to pour like a flooding apocalypse.
It was as if the content of a single book was being compressed into a single breath.
"ﾛﾛﾛ"
The moment I heard that chant, a hole immediately formed inside my jello body, as if something had been shot at point-blank range.
Screams of incomprehensible anguish were unleashed from my wounded self. It was so lacerating and nauseating, that a prying bar to the head was deemed miniscule to this amount of throes.
It wasn't only me who was struck.
The giant moose had one of its antlers removed as the hole manifested on the stem of the branching horn.
The same manifesting hole also formed on the elbow of my daughter, fully detaching her beastly claw from her upper arm.
Seeing how the monster had gritted all of its teeth once again, I took this chance to extend out my damaged body of malleable steel to grab onto the amputated hand.
The pain exerted on her face wasn't a pleasing sight to see, but she didn't let out any screams and cry as the whole thing happened.
Just before we were able to get out of their sight, the moose deity sent its last message.
"I'm hoping for the best for the two of you. In high and low, may peace be forever accompany your heart."
I sent my gratitude to the moose, wishing him the best of luck.
After a pain-throbbing 30 minute walk, we deemed that it was finally safe for the two of us to rest.
"How are you feeling?"
"Awful…"
There was no hospital nearby, no surgeon to mend the rabbit's wound. In the wilderness, one must become their own savior.
With her foraging wisdom, and my slight understanding of the modern method of reattaching freshly amputated arms from the internet—something that I didn't expect to perform ever, we gathered every essential material at nature's disposal, turning the forest into our little apothecary.
There was a considerable chunk of flesh and bone that was taken out by the attack. Luckily, there was this mushroom called Lapias in the vicinity that happened to mimic the structure and cells of its host. It hasn't been practically tested but theory wise, it could work as a replacement.
The rabbit also convinced me that she could do something about the foreign symbiote in the aftermath.
Moss and bark, rough as a bear's paw, were carefully peeled and prepared. Magical herbs and leaves known for their healing properties, were crushed and mixed with dew from a nearby stream of river.
There were some poisonous mushrooms that could serve as anesthesia around here, but neutralizing the harmful effect would take too long, and the rabbit consented to the non-anesthetic procedure to be done.
With trembling and blobby arms, I began the delicate process of reattaching the severed limb with the lump of mushroom medium. Each sinew, each tendon, each delicate vein was handled with a reverence born of necessity. The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if the very trees were watching, offering silent guidance, seeing how there were no animals trying to intrude this process.
For some reason, after that nasty experience, I was able to control and mend my body more than before. I can even stretch a small pebble-sized part of my body into a one-meter-length tentacle.
Did the composition of this liquid metal body loosen due to my injuries?
Still, the task was not for the faint of heart, nor the weak of spirit. I'm certainly not a certified surgeon, but my dexterity for sewing and crafting cosplay costumes seemed to be carried over to this life.
Tho, why did I even make cosplay costumes in the first place?
A hole seemed to be forming inside my memory, a very discernable one too. Though, I have no time to muddle over them with my current task at hand.
I could see pain seared through every fiber of the rabbit's being by just looking at her face, and doubt clawed at the edges of her resolve. Yet, in the midst of the struggle, there was a raw, unyielding determination to defy the cruel hand fate had dealt.
After a long two hours operation, I managed to have first aid for the process of limb reattachment. It was obviously not fully connected but the rabbit told me that it was enough and let her natural regeneration do their job.
It seemed like she possessed more natural recovery power than a normal human, or so what she proclaimed.
I wonder how much information about the human was carried over to her soul.