The bitter aftertaste of revenge
**Not too happy with this chapter. Short I know but if I really don't get happy with this I'll redo it.**
Nyrox still lay there staring at his father's dead body, his vision blurred with his father's blood. His souless eyes staring at him. His eyes were no longer red with rage, but red with his father's blood.
He felt terrible. A little part of him knew he shouldn't have done that. But yet... another part of him knew it had to be done and... to be honest, he liked the taste of vengeance. He found the taste for it very much to his liking.
Nyrox got up on his legs, shaking as if he were a kit learning how to walk again. And with a shaking paw he began to paw away some of the blood in his eyes.
After pawing the blood out of his eyes he looked at his paw, covered with his father's blood. He was unsure of what to do. He just stared at his body.
"Shouldn't I feel regret?" He said to himself. "No pity or remorse? What's wrong with me?" He didn't feel anything bad. It seems his guilt was short lived.
"This is what I've become have I?" He carried on telling himself. "I've become a vicious soulless killer?"
He stared at his father. "Bah!" he said with an angry expression forming on his muzzle. "At least I won't be like him." And with that he let out a Flamethrower and began to burn his father's body.
Once the body was burning nicely, he walked of into the woods, the angry expression still scared on his muzzle.
* * *
He carried on walking, staring into space, and the angry expression still on his muzzle. As he walked, the woodland ground which he trod on crackled and singed. It seemed as if walking was automatic. He didn't know where he was walking to or why, but he just did it without reason. Something told him to go this way.
He came across a small pond, which he walked through, without caring. As he entered the pond the air was full of a loud hissing sound. When he walked out of it, the heat radiating from his body dried him literally in seconds.
His angry expression slowly melted to a straight, plain expression. Still staring he carried on his walk.
* * *
It was dusk by the time he finally stopped. There had been others on his walk, but he always laid low till they had gone out of sight.
He head had now drooped, and was now staring at the ground. Now he'd stopped he looked up to see why he'd stopped.
He didn't believe what he saw. Vara's home.
He timidly called out "Vara?" His voice was small and quaky.
There was no reply.
He slowly walked inside. "V-Vara?" He called out again as he looked around. The place was empty. All her stuff had gone. He ran back to his den.
When he got there he called out again. "Vara?" Nothing.
Nyrox left the den. She's gone. Took all her healing stuff too. There's no one left. The taste of vengeance was now bitter. He could only think of one thing to do.
* * *
Nyrox stood at the foot of his mother's grave. With his head bowed, and a tearful face, he kissed the mound. "Goodbye Mummy." He said softly. And walked off into the wood, keeping his head bowed, tears dropping on the ground as he went.
The only thing he could think of was to leave this behind and try to start a new life.
To Be Continued
Nyrox still lay there staring at his father's dead body, his vision blurred with his father's blood. His souless eyes staring at him. His eyes were no longer red with rage, but red with his father's blood.
He felt terrible. A little part of him knew he shouldn't have done that. But yet... another part of him knew it had to be done and... to be honest, he liked the taste of vengeance. He found the taste for it very much to his liking.
Nyrox got up on his legs, shaking as if he were a kit learning how to walk again. And with a shaking paw he began to paw away some of the blood in his eyes.
After pawing the blood out of his eyes he looked at his paw, covered with his father's blood. He was unsure of what to do. He just stared at his body.
"Shouldn't I feel regret?" He said to himself. "No pity or remorse? What's wrong with me?" He didn't feel anything bad. It seems his guilt was short lived.
"This is what I've become have I?" He carried on telling himself. "I've become a vicious soulless killer?"
He stared at his father. "Bah!" he said with an angry expression forming on his muzzle. "At least I won't be like him." And with that he let out a Flamethrower and began to burn his father's body.
Once the body was burning nicely, he walked of into the woods, the angry expression still scared on his muzzle.
* * *
He carried on walking, staring into space, and the angry expression still on his muzzle. As he walked, the woodland ground which he trod on crackled and singed. It seemed as if walking was automatic. He didn't know where he was walking to or why, but he just did it without reason. Something told him to go this way.
He came across a small pond, which he walked through, without caring. As he entered the pond the air was full of a loud hissing sound. When he walked out of it, the heat radiating from his body dried him literally in seconds.
His angry expression slowly melted to a straight, plain expression. Still staring he carried on his walk.
* * *
It was dusk by the time he finally stopped. There had been others on his walk, but he always laid low till they had gone out of sight.
He head had now drooped, and was now staring at the ground. Now he'd stopped he looked up to see why he'd stopped.
He didn't believe what he saw. Vara's home.
He timidly called out "Vara?" His voice was small and quaky.
There was no reply.
He slowly walked inside. "V-Vara?" He called out again as he looked around. The place was empty. All her stuff had gone. He ran back to his den.
When he got there he called out again. "Vara?" Nothing.
Nyrox left the den. She's gone. Took all her healing stuff too. There's no one left. The taste of vengeance was now bitter. He could only think of one thing to do.
* * *
Nyrox stood at the foot of his mother's grave. With his head bowed, and a tearful face, he kissed the mound. "Goodbye Mummy." He said softly. And walked off into the wood, keeping his head bowed, tears dropping on the ground as he went.
The only thing he could think of was to leave this behind and try to start a new life.
To Be Continued