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King of the Rats

A rat, that is what I am. Well, to be exact I'm a man rat. an abomination of untold proportions, a deviant to the beauty of mother nature. Born to inhabit the dirtiest of sewers and the deepest of holes. To hide away beneath the dirt only leaving to hunt down some of the weaker prey.  That is the race I was born into. The weakest of the weak, a fetid and miserable group whose hatred for one another is only beaten by our immense dislike for Goblins. Those scummy little green trash.  But me, I am an outlier to this, an anomaly of sorts. For I was not born a brainless buffoon who can only feel hatred and hunger. I was born intelligent.

blobblob · Fantasia
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56 Chs

California dreaming

Pain wrapped my muscles as warm tears of blood trickled from my eyes. 

I stared up at the expansive sky far above me. Soft warm sunlight gently embracing me. 

Bile welled in the back of my throat as I struggled to take short dispersed breaths. 

Beckoning the final shreds of strength I still had I pushed myself onto my side allowing a flood of green, with sparkles of crimson red, intertwined within it, to exit my mouth.

My eyes occasionally flickered with life before defaulting back to a fatigued stare. 

My nose filled with the pungent odour of puke as I pushed myself away from the puddle to escape it. 

With every tiny movement jolts of electric pain shot up and down my body. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, I managed to get a proper look at my surroundings. A room carved from reddish rock. 

In the far corner of the room was an indented bed-like structure similarly created from the same rock which made up the room.