Bearclaw Valley ghost of a monster child

100th for ursus <3

Toad didn't need a backstory- but when one was presented, it made him hunger all the more. Thief. Ursus gripped Toad's heart tightly now, he felt a burning loyalty to them- and any who had the audacity to steal deserved whatever pain Merrick would deliver. The leader spoke of bears- and then he was inviting the arrived children closer to the almost-corpse. 

The zombie wiggled, pawed, trying to get up, could not. Toad was something feral there, might've drooled watching that bloody thing. And then the leader, in some state of emotion which Toad had never witnessed- he was painting the sky red as almost-corpse became corpse. The light that shone through droplets made it seem like stained glass, and soon the children were stained too, showered in the blood of the once-thief. 

Some of that shower touched Toad too, and he licked the touches of blood from his lips, though his eyes had shifted from the dead towards Aventus and Avicus. Children anointed in blood. Geez, this place was different from home- if only mom could see him now. He smiled softly.