Haunted Wood You Never Know

Santi chuckles. “Now, I’ve never been called pretty before. Handsome–yes, but I appreciate the gesture.” He plays back, barely budged by the paw that shoves him.

“Oh nothing good happened to them. They either died a slow death or were killed outright. Never spared though.” He says the words casually because he became so numb to what he was doing wrong he decided to enjoy it. And enjoy it he did; he loved killing in those rings and being praised for it. “I know a few who got out to be adopted by humans. They supposedly lived a life happily ever after.” When Memory speaks about caging animals for amusement Santiago chuckles insensitively. “That was me.”

At the mention of the piebald boy a smooth laugh bubbles up from his throat. “I don’t doubt that. He is a bit naive. He means well, but can’t really see malicious intent even if it bit him on the ass.”