Emberwood red wine's broken chalice

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since meeting the boy, armand had lifted himself up and pressed onward. the urgings of his body spurred him to hunt; he caught small furred things, and ripped them apart to consume their flesh. he did not care if he tasted the meat, but the blood warmed him through and through. in the daylight, the boy's breath rose in a plume, and during the night did he shiver uncontrollably. while armand's teeth clacked together, he begged for death, but its black hand evaded him, and the forgotten one realized this each morn that he opened his eyes to see dawn.
today was no different. he had come to a wood bursting with firelit colours, and while his mind begged to pause, to stop awhile and ponder the conflagration, armand forced himself onward, seeking water and meat and shelter, while his pelt dragged at the sharp points of his bones and his mind grew hazy.[/tr][/td][/table]