Haunted Wood see no [more] evil

Open to anyone! Forward dated a few days after Swift, Bazi and Allure arrived in the Haunted Wood.

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He knew what had to be done, and he could not, would not ask his mother to do it. It was enough that she had to tend to the first; this one was to be his burden. The eye festered; it rotted in its socket, wreathed in crusted blood and infectious pus. The foul odor of decay was starting to shroud his head. It would poison his blood if left alone any longer. With his paranormal knowledge, he had known shortly after he had received the wound that this day would come.

His family still slept as he stole away, far enough that their ears would not hear him in his most terrible moment, that his cries may not draw the bears to them. If they came to him — so be it. When he was as far as he deemed necessary, he found some brush, and one tentative step after another he nosed his way into it, until his muzzle brushed across an appropriate branch. With his teeth he clipped it free of leaves and off shoots, until not but a hard point pressed against his cheek.

He steeled himself, and with a deep breath, thrust his head forward, driving the branch through his eye as he gritted his teeth. In the next instant, he jerked his head sideways, hooking the eye out of its socket. But his work was not done. Like his other eye, it hung against his cheek. He trembled as pain and nausea from his task started to seep in. With the last of his hardened nerve, he dropped his head down and pinned the eye beneath a paw, and then quickly threw back his head, severing the cord that tied the eye to him.

He screamed then, and staggered as the same flashes and piercing pain that accompanied the loss of his first eye accosted him again. Dizzied and disoriented, he laid down, grinding his teeth as he tried to keep quiet. He had no nerve left; fear readily took over him, and he lay shaking and sobbing, though he tried to muffle himself with his paws over his face and the grisly wounds that were dug across it.

Swift, who had his father's eyes, now had none. The last clear thing he had ever seen were the evil claws and teeth of the bear who had done this to him.