The Trees Bleed

Ew. Mud! Ricin shakes off a dirty paw when a familiar voice calls out to him. Head snaps up and a huge smile appears as he catches sight of Duchess. Mud completely forgotten, the large pup bounds over to her happily. His tail wags lazily as he greets his friend, “Hey Duchess! Did you come to see the trees that bleed too?” The smile he wears is huge as he cast his gaze over to one of the large trees that give this place its name. He moves over to the closest one, eyeing the strange bark and tall limbs that reach up toward the sky. Looking to the purple lady he asks, “It… it’s not really blood… right?”

Uncertainty laces his words, the tales he had heard of trees that bleed seems highly unlikely to the pup but he stills needs to see for himself. Surely, the trees do not live on blood; he just needs to poke one so he can tell everyone how brave he was to go stab a tree. Duchess has quickly become his friend and he doesn’t mind her seeing how truly scared he is of bleeding trees. He asks, “It won’t hurt it if we poke it, right?” Crimson eyes turn back to inspect the tree as he bites his lip.


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