what a predicament my guy

There was a time when Ghoul believed he was on top of the world. As he saw it now from the dismal corner they had placed him in, he had reached the absolute bottom. Pack? Gone. Family? Nearly gone. Lover? Gone, dead, disappeared. Friends? What are those? His companions? At least he could rely on them to help feed and care for him. Those three dwarf caimans were possibly the only reason he survived until Medusa found him crippled at the base of the statue. Being left for dead gives one a whole new look at life. Walking still wasn't possible at this point but he could at least feel his legs again. Ghoul would take what he could get at this point.

As he faded in and out of consciousness, he noticed a familiar dark shadow. His midnight counterpart and his only sister, he barely managed a smirk. "Widow," Ghoul rasped as his ruby eyes fell on the condition of his sister's form. She didn't look much better. Had they all succumbed to the treachery of the world after Medusa had taken the crown? Releasing a shallow sigh before sucking in a shaky breath, he lifted his head as much as possible to watch what she would do next.

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