Phoenix Maplewood death becomes us all

for reasons, this'll be my first & last post in this.

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salvatore had an ominous feeling that morning when he woke. dull grey painted the skies as patchy snow fell on and off all morning. knowing that he needed to contribute more than he'd been doing recently, he slipped from whitebark stream's borders to nose around its neighbor: phoenix maplewood. he'd thought he'd caught a musky scent a few times earlier in the week but hadn't paid it much mind.

the musky scent of wild boar grows stronger and stronger as does the suspicious unattractive squeals of piglets.

the feeling of dread returns.

he doesn't see it coming, the boar charging at him like a freight train on his blindside.

he only feels when the enraged mother's tusks pierce his belly and drag, splicing him open. he chokes, gagging on the rush of blood that bubbles up his throat. he wheezes as he sees it rounding and charge at him from the other side out of the corner of his fading vision in his good eye. his legs quiver beneath the sudden struggle of his weight.

he begins to fade in earnest; the siphoning of his life force quick at the second attack.

when the reaper comes for him, he is ready for the suffering to end and walks willingly at death's side.