Porcupine Ridge ❝—berries tart & lilac sweet.❞ (wdg.)

the gentle voices of little beasts go unheard by the wandering man. unlucky for him, because suddenly-

thunk.

a heavy- well, not too heavy- something is on his back. and he can feel dull pearl claws between his shoulder blades. and he's swinging thick neck from side to side, shaking his whole body, trying to detach that fucking pest. those little beasts were always after him. sharpened antlers do little now when he can't see his target.

and never again would he see his target, or anything else for that matter- because before he can even process it, a white face like an angel of death greets him, sharp teeth pulling at beady black eyes. a searing pain, a blood-curdling scream, and pop! out came the eye, and the other one, and his swear "fuck!" from dark lips. blood leaking onto his cheek and an ache like nothing he's ever known. and a separation from the knowledge of the world around him. "what the fuck did you do to me, you little asshole?" he screams with madness as his thrashing increases, all the while pain slicing him apart like a knife.