Emberwood The devil in disguise had a poker face

The sun was warm on his back. The trees making pretty patterns in thr breaks of their leaves on the loam floor. Each paw step muffled by the soft soil. Golden gild looked around amd beyond. But what was he to do or say or be?

What was a boy without a mother but an orphan? And it pained him so.

The deaths that had followed so quickly, all because of the cruelty of males. Who coveted what they couldn't have, and took what they wanted. Senseless.

And he hated his gender.