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“I tend to freak myself out”
Wemmbu was driven out of his village after both his parents were killed in a villager raid. The people of the village deemed him as bad luck or cursed from the heaven’s above. His unnaturally pale purple skin, black eyes with yellow iris and his demon liked features making the people, especially the children and the elderly completely wary of him.
He had lived in the forest for maybe a few months now. His hair had became matted and his clothes had torn from all the running he had to do.
If you’re asking him, he’s been great out here.
..
Not really
He has gone days without eating food, his ribs showing off rows of bones. Limping through the forest, the sharp rocks and twigs ripping through his bare feet with every step.
He was in the forest in hopes of finding wild chickens or any small animal that he could kill for food. Do chickens even spawn in the wild?
Walking deeper into the forest, in front of him was a huge meadow, which was weird, it’s not natural right?
He could see two people fighting in the middle of the madow, the first person has brown, orang and yellow dreads, the coleur of his hair kinda reminds him of the village cat that he wed to play with whenever hes alone. Which was almost everyday.
He also looks like a lion hybrid, especially the hood the resemble quite alot like a lion's mane.
The other person with him had orange and brown and orange hair but instead of yellow, it fades into a flaming red colour. He looks to be a tiger mixed demon of somesort. Maybe hes another just like me?
The two continue to fight, they didn't even notice him. Maybe they did and just didn’t care. The lion hybrid lunged up in the air and striked the tiger hybrid in the back with a netherite spear.
"Ow! Okok man that took a lot of my hearts!" the tiger ran from the lion hybrid and towards the bush that he was hiding behind. He started to eat a few golden apples while glaring at the lion.
"thats not fair bro you pop speed pots"
" Not everything in life is fair bro" the lion shrugged while grinning
Wow... they must be super strong, despite both of them having any armours and only an enchanted netherite spear and sword. They don't even have shields and they were dodging each other like crazy-
“..who are you?”
Ah
Before he even had attempt to run, the tiger had grabbed him the back of his raggedy clothes. Now he’s face to face, the tiger staring at him. Maybe, he cant really tell since he’s wearing a blindfold.
“Why would a kid like you be out here in the forest?” He asked while looking around to see if his parents are near by
Wemmbu curled in on himself, tail curling around his leg while is whole body start to shiver.
“Flame watchu got there man?” Suddenly the lion hybrid was right behind the both of them, startling Wemmbu. He didn’t even hear the lion coming.
“Bro I think he’s lost”
“Ain’t no way he’s lost bro, look at his clothes its all torn and dirty, he was definitely abandoned”
Okay rude they’re talking about him as if he’s not even here. His neck started to hurt looking at Flame? At an angle like this. Up close he could see his horns radiating smoke particles.
“Hey little man, whats your name? I’m Mane, and this is my little brother Flame”
Wemmbu tried to talked but he had gone weeks maybe even months making his vocal cords feel tight. The most he could do was to let out grunting noises
“-take him home”
Oh
Damn
He’s cooked
Literally
They’re both considered as apex predators right? Ah they’re taking him home to cook him. But don’t they normally eat their preys raw or are those just myth?
Mane had taken off his lion like coat and wrapped it around him, acting as temporary clothes for him. He then picked him up and placed him on his hips making sure the demon was comfortable. Mane’s chin resting comfortably on top of his head.
Maybe they’ll be merciful and kill him in his sleep? Heavens above if you still like me please end me in the nicest way possible. He doesn’t want to be conscious when they end him.
He closed his eyes and his body started shaking a bit out if fear, Mane noticed and pulled him in tighter, one arm securing him more firmly against his hip while Wemmbu’s face remained tucked beneath his chin.
Mane’s had let out a low but soft grumble, his chin rubbing back and forth onto the purple demon matted hair. Once they get back home he’s going have to help him to a bath. Not to be rude or anything but damn this little dude stinks, he wonders how long has this child been out in the wild for, all he could feel are rows of ribs protruding from his skin, it lowkey making his skin crawl just by feeling it.
It also kind of reminds him of when they were both young. Mane was just freshly 14 when their father had abandoned him and left him with a very big task on taking care of a 7 year old Flame. If you were to ask him, he was doing such a terrible job at it, Flame was a walking skeleton back then, just skin wrapped around bones with barely any fat at all.
“Bro are you purring?” Flame chuckled a bit at his older brother.
“ Yea bro just look at him bro ain’t he cute” he said while adjusting his old and lifting him up a bit higher.
“Erm I mean yea sure if you wanna call him cute..” theres no way in mind Mane thinks the child looks cute, his face is just skin wrapped around bones at this point and his hair looks so matted there’s no chance in saving it.
How the fuck did he even survive in the wild for so long.
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After walking for who knows how long, they came across another meadow, in the middle of it lays a huge treehouse.
Wow the tree has to be artificial right? There’s no way a tree can be that big.
Wemmbu could see a huge farm with a bunch of wheats, carrots and watermelon. He could also see a few chickens, cows and sheep’s.
Oo maybe he could ask the two hybrids for steak and a few watermelons as his last meal? He won’t mind dying for those to be fair. Maybe if they have butter he can ask for extra.
Upon entering the tree house, the lion hybrid had placed him on a very soft couch near a fire placed still wrapped with Mane’s lion’s coat. He was surrounded by so many pillows and blankets.
He laid his head on the cloud like pillows and my god, it feels like he’s laying on clouds. He snuggled deeper into the pillows, curling himself into the sofa. He wonders when was the last time he had slept on something this soft and warm before. He had grown used to the cold night out in the forest.
He hopes they wont mind the sofa getting dirty, if the brothers were still hungry, he hopes they kill him in sleep, he doesn’t want to feel pain anymore.
That was his last taught that crossed his mind before exhaustion had finally taken over him. This was the most relaxed he had in a while, maybe if the brothers were merciful he could live another day.