The Choice - Brian

Beat · 10-31-2024, 02:17 PM

Many, who also found themselves here for gods knew what reason, approached the pained wolf, offering aid and soothing words. Beat, being no healer, took a step back. Just in time, too. The prone brute released a wail of discomfort and soon his belly split open wide. Purple and teal eyes opened wide, jaw dropping as the most disgusting thing that he'd ever seen began to take place.

Worms. Worms and dirt and slime and muck. It all poured out of the wolfs belly. The brute was as good as dead, so there was no helping him, but who was going to help the living?

Beat skittered backwards away from the worms, bumping into a wolf or two in the process. Call it self preservation. He didn't want to be near the worms nor touch them. Could they even breathe the same air as someone that sick?

"Beat"

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