Post by rotwhyler on Oct 26, 2017 21:18:47 GMT -5
Kneph woke up to a fiery pain. The night before, when he had gone to bed, his jaw had been sore, but now it was searing. The red wolf leapt to his feet and whined, putting his head to the ground and using his paws to itch at his jaw. To his horror, skin and fur came off with them. A disturbed gasp escaped from his maw as he frantically itched harder and more at his jaw. With each stroke of his paws, flesh tore off with it, turning the golden grits beneath his body to a crimson glow. Fur and skin littered the ground as sands whipped up around him in great circular motions. The searing sensation had spread to the whole of his body and soon he was rubbing his torso against the sandy terrain as well. Scattered morsels of flesh left a gory trail behind his form.
The itch was impossible to scratch.
Screaming in agony, he rolled about, trying to make the pain stop. The winds that caused the sandy chaos only roared louder, and closer, as if it was closing in on him. The sand in his wounds caused only more torture, but what felt like centuries but could’ve only been a few minutes, it was suddenly quiet again. His pain stopped and the sand all fell to the ground in an ominous whoosh.
Comfortable, and back on his paws, he surveyed the mess he left behind. It couldn’t have been all of him, but a good amount of Kneph debris was left in his wake. Panicked, he looked down at his paws and saw that one of them was rotten, with flesh and bone exposed. Kneph circled, confused, trying to get a good look at his body. From what he could see of his haunches, there was a huge gash of missing meat, and a knee-cap was exposed. His tail seemed to burn out, the fur disappearing near the tip leaving only a bony stump.
He feared to see the rest of him, and let his imagination take over. Suddenly, Kneph was aware that his tongue was hanging outside of his mouth. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get it to stay in, and he realized half of his jaw’s meat was missing.
What the fuck.
”What the fuck?” He echoed his own thoughts and stood there, awestruck. Why was he...rotting? Was it something he ate? A fatal disease? No, no, he mustn’t be dying, there wasn’t any pain anymore. He could move fine, and though some of his insides were on the outside, he was alive and well.
Taking in this new form, he grinned a wicked, skeletal grin and started to move forward. Oh the prey he could kill with his newer, more exposed claws. Power surged through his decrepit body, and as he rattled along the dunes of his homeland, he cackled, excited to try out this new body, ready for someone to revel in the horror of his decay.
The itch was impossible to scratch.
Screaming in agony, he rolled about, trying to make the pain stop. The winds that caused the sandy chaos only roared louder, and closer, as if it was closing in on him. The sand in his wounds caused only more torture, but what felt like centuries but could’ve only been a few minutes, it was suddenly quiet again. His pain stopped and the sand all fell to the ground in an ominous whoosh.
Comfortable, and back on his paws, he surveyed the mess he left behind. It couldn’t have been all of him, but a good amount of Kneph debris was left in his wake. Panicked, he looked down at his paws and saw that one of them was rotten, with flesh and bone exposed. Kneph circled, confused, trying to get a good look at his body. From what he could see of his haunches, there was a huge gash of missing meat, and a knee-cap was exposed. His tail seemed to burn out, the fur disappearing near the tip leaving only a bony stump.
He feared to see the rest of him, and let his imagination take over. Suddenly, Kneph was aware that his tongue was hanging outside of his mouth. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get it to stay in, and he realized half of his jaw’s meat was missing.
What the fuck.
”What the fuck?” He echoed his own thoughts and stood there, awestruck. Why was he...rotting? Was it something he ate? A fatal disease? No, no, he mustn’t be dying, there wasn’t any pain anymore. He could move fine, and though some of his insides were on the outside, he was alive and well.
Taking in this new form, he grinned a wicked, skeletal grin and started to move forward. Oh the prey he could kill with his newer, more exposed claws. Power surged through his decrepit body, and as he rattled along the dunes of his homeland, he cackled, excited to try out this new body, ready for someone to revel in the horror of his decay.
