Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-27070860-20170913180153

The goat ran, they ran and they ran;

Where were their promised claws?

Where was their promised pain?

Where is the smell of blood that had tickled the animal's nose plenty of times before-?

Where is the feeling of cut flesh?

Where-

And Tick was suddenly lost. Their sense of direction clouded by the thoughts haunting their mind.

They had nowhere to escape; so why did they feel as if they escaped?

Where are the metal bars, keeping them prisoner?

They shouldn't be lost, shouldn't be running.

They didn't drop that sword for nothing, didn't leave those fruits behind for nothing-

Where was the damned leopard with their sharp teeth and deadly claws? Where?

"Ress- Ress, this place is full of liars. Liars- Liars to the core- Ress, they said-"

The goat paused for a moment, eyes trailing againced the maze of branches surrounding them. Ress will listen to them- even if Ress isn’t here, they said they'll be willing to listen. Willing to listen until the goat dies, or someone else comes along.

"-They said if I die, there'd be nobody to be proud of me. Nobody would be proud if I'd lose my life. But that's not true- You told me your proud I haven't broken the promise. You'll be proud, right? You will be, I know it-"

The goat dared try to retrace their steps, only losing themselves even more in the jungle. Damn it- they weren't meant to escape. They have to find the leopard.

"- they also told me they shall rip me apart, they told me I have no escape- and yet here I am, Ress. And how is one to have a single conversation in this cursed place? Words are just hollow and worthless if nobody means them. I always meant what I'd say, Ress. You know that, right? You know it-"

The goat grimaced as the distant smell of something akeen to smoke filled their nostrils. Disgusting. They should get away from here, maybe it's a campfire, maybe it's a wildfire. Both are bad news- the goat still had to find the leopard.

"-I shan't lie, Ress. I'll keep my promise, you know. I'll-"

The goat glanced down at their hooves. A single ornament decorated their muddy, sweaty wrist.

"-I'll give you your beloved bracelet back if I get the Chance."

The goat picked up their pace, the smell of burning wood and dangerous smoke filled the air.

After a short while, Tick assumed they were far enough from whatever danger that could have been. They searched for another hollow tree, crawling into it, and dropped dead.

They'll be needing all the sleep they can get if they wanted to wake up tomorrow and be ready to gather some food.