In Too Deep

The storm was far to bad for even someone with perfect eyesight to see. He hadn't even seen the other approaching until he felt fangs in his scruff, lifting him from the pseudo-safety of his tree roots and causing him to yelp in surprise. He knew better than to fight against the threat of fangs in his scruff, his tiny and emaciated body curling up like a pup despite the weight of himself being far too much for his scruff to naturally support without pain. To say he was used to it was an understatement, however, though once the man demanded him to follow, he tried to open his eyes and squinted through the blinding storm through already near-blind sight. It was no use, so he whined.

"I-I can't s-s-see─I'm b-blind," he stammered in response to the strangely familiar voice muffled by his scruff, half expecting to be dropped and made to follow anyway, or just left behind and forced to suffer through it alone as he had been moments before. He wouldn't lie, he'd prefer someone help him, but if he died here today in this storm he wouldn't stop fate. Perhaps he wasn't meant to live a long life, as fate has already promised him that he wouldn't live a happy one. It would almost be a gift to be taken from it so soon, granted freedom from a long life of repeated failures.

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