The Crying Traveler
Nakh stared at the horizon, trying to keep calm for his son's sake.
He couldn't believe what had just happened. Last night, he was holding his little cherry's coffin perfectly fine, then the next morning, both the body and the coffin was gone. He couldn't find it any trace of him, even as he combed through the forests and crashed through everything that stood in his way, screaming and yelling bloody murder with his blood-red eyes. Only when Elly started crying for him to stop did he came back to his senses.
He stared at the bruises and cuts he had on his hands as a result of going frantic, then looks up in the sky, his vision blurred with his salty tears.
"I will find you, cherry. You and Melly. I will find you..."
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Love of the Damned
Silent breaths filled the darkness of the night. Occasional falling of feathers could be seen as a silhouette of a figure slowly tried to get up, holding the nearby branches of a wilted tree for support. The figure winced at the soreness of every part of his body and shivered, not out of cold, but out of fear and dismay.
As he slowly put on his ragged robes one by one, Faira began to think back how this could ever happen. He felt so dirty, so ashamed and so…whore-like. How could this ever happen to him?
How could he let himself succumb to the demon's unholy lust? And worst, he actually liked it?! What was wrong with him?
Those were his first of many tears he would shed
Nakh stared at the horizon, trying to keep calm for his son's sake.
He couldn't believe what had just happened. Last night, he was holding his little cherry's coffin perfectly fine, then the next morning, both the body and the coffin was gone. He couldn't find it any trace of him, even as he combed through the forests and crashed through everything that stood in his way, screaming and yelling bloody murder with his blood-red eyes. Only when Elly started crying for him to stop did he came back to his senses.
He stared at the bruises and cuts he had on his hands as a result of going frantic, then looks up in the sky, his vision blurred with his salty tears.
"I will find you, cherry. You and Melly. I will find you..."
--:--
Love of the Damned
Silent breaths filled the darkness of the night. Occasional falling of feathers could be seen as a silhouette of a figure slowly tried to get up, holding the nearby branches of a wilted tree for support. The figure winced at the soreness of every part of his body and shivered, not out of cold, but out of fear and dismay.
As he slowly put on his ragged robes one by one, Faira began to think back how this could ever happen. He felt so dirty, so ashamed and so…whore-like. How could this ever happen to him?
How could he let himself succumb to the demon's unholy lust? And worst, he actually liked it?! What was wrong with him?
Those were his first of many tears he would shed
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