Duck Lake Story; one.

@Astraeus

Pumpkin was a bitter old man. He remembered seeing the sky turn crimson, and the his paws tainted with scarlet, and the corpses laying on the ground. So brittle, and so easy for them to break- but of course, they were barely the size of his paw. Their eyes yet to open, and even then, they would never open again.

That wench, deserved the suffering he inflicted. So did them all, all these.. Vixens, and whores! He scorned the woman that was crossed, and flashed his fangs to them so. Pumpkin knew in their hearts they were all witches, they held no loyalty, no honor, and would betray their husbands. He would save the men of this world.

Then the pups-

the very thought of them stirred his core. He felt bitter and angered, the mere sight sent the old man into a chaotic rage. The mothers already betrayed, and the world did not need more bastards.

He was on a mission; godly and holy. It was the justice of this world to clean the whores and bastards.