The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Ror
Morning arrived quickly, beginning as soft, gray light seeped through the curtains. I twitched as sunbeams fell across my face, slowly rising from the realms of sleep. The air was still and peaceful, carrying a cold that drove me deeper into Fable's fur. The wolf growled softly, nuzzling my face with his snout, gently urging me to face the day.
"Just a little longer," I groaned, burying my face in his chest, breathing deep his familiar scent.
With the morning chill as it was, having such a warm, thick coat just wasn't fair, and I was loathe to let it go. For some reason, surprising even to me, Fable decided to tolerate my selfishness and settled down, tail swishing across the floor. The noise was soft and soothing, nearly lulling to sleep once more.