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Phillip didn't want to leave Neverwinter for a second. Something bad was going to happen to him again, he felt it. But that was only part of him that wished to stay. The other part, small yet loud, scolded him for cowering in the woods when his friend could be out there and hurt just like him.
Reluctantly, he made his way towards the hotsprings. This was the last place he had saw Alarian before they joined Neverwinter. Perhaps the universe would grace him with his lost friend's presence. What the universe gave him was worse than he could ever imagine.
There was a hotspring that stuck out from the rest, it's water was stained pink. When he came closer, all he could smell was death. And then he saw the body; it was soaked from head toe, the stomach was torn wide open. Nothing was recognizable, save for the face. It's a face he would never forget.
That body is the man.
Oh m-m-my g-od-
The stammering was cut off by sobs, then a scream, then more sobs. Phillip stumbled back, tripping over his legs in the process. When he fell he couldn't get up. His muscles were locked in place.
Phillip buried his face into his fur as best he could. He didn't, couldn't, look at him again. This must be a dream. He can't be back here, so close to the saftey of the forest. But he was. He's lying there, eyes still open. Maybe he wasn't really dead, because who would die in such a gruesome way? He was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to hurt him again. When he did, Phillip didn't want to see what was coming.
But he has to look up, because someone was here with him. He peeked over his shoulder, towards the water, before cowering again.
He-he's here. He's not s-supposed to be here.
His chest began to clench up and his breathing grew more rapid. H-he's gonna hurt me again.
It's ok.
No it's not.
He's dead
No he isn't.
No matter how far Phillip goes, the man will always be there to haunt him. Whether that be in one piece or strewn about in water. The memory was alive and well in his mind. That will always hurt him.
It's ok.
It's not. It will never be ok.
His breathing grows short and more rapid. It was hard to get his name out. Still, he managed to do it. Phill-Phill. I-it's Phillip.
wanna fade this one out and start a new thread in nwf?
Again someone offers him to return to the saftey of the woods, and again he eagerly accepts.
Y-y-yes. Please, I just—I don't— I just wanna go back.
Phillip uncoiled himself, making sure not to so much as glance at the body.
When he returns to the woods, whenever that may be, he would never leave again. That is the only safe place, and all he wanted was saftey.