Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-26510374-20170922001352

"Thanks for your help," I grunted warily at the dragon, putting my cloak back on and drying myself with it. I slumped to the springy ground beside the pond and closed my eyes.

I was instantly bombarded by memories. Tons and tons of memories. Oh, the flashbacks.

The worst one made itself the most prominent, as expected.

''"Stop! Father, No!" I shrieked as the switch smacked my face. ''

''"This is your fault!" He roared. "All your fault! You and your goddamn 'special powers' destroyed my family and killed my wife!"''

I duck away, scrambling across the empty room's floor as he darts after me, hefting the willow branch above his head.

''"She was my MOTHER!" I yelped, grabbing a chair from the other room and whipping around to use it as a shield as he shoves me back inside.''

''"She may have given birth to you, but as long as you killed her you don't deserve to have a mother!" My father drops his willow branch, roughly yanking the chair away and slamming it down, narrowly missing my spine.''

''He drops the chair and grabs the willow branch as I fly towards it to try and defend myself. ''

''"I didn't mean to! It was all an accident! I was trying to protect her!" I cry as the branch lashes across my face. My mind blurs after this hit but I distantly feel my father's paw wrapping around my neck, pulling me off the ground.''

"And you didn't just kill your mother," he snarled, ignoring my pleading cries, "you killed Clayhead the wolf of nobleness! You're lucky they didn't realize that horrible CAT-THING was you, or else they'd beat you to death before I did."

My vision blurs even more as my father thrusts his arm formward and releases his grip, my head slamming against the wall.

''More lashes of pain. All across my back and face and legs. I slump to the floor slowly, blood trickling from my face. ''

''He talks more. Goes on and on in a hateful tone about how everything is my fault, how much of a mangy, low down monster I was, the bites of the lashes growing stronger and stronger until I'm willing the Lord to take me away already.''

I say nothing as he storms out.

''But then the pawsteps grow louder again. He bursts into the room again. My eyes flutter open, my breathing labored.''

''He narrows his eyes. "Still alive? What a pity. I'm going to have to stab you in the heart with this knife over and over until it penetrates that thick layer of ice around it and kills you for good, you cold snake."''

My father believed I was a monster...that my heart was coated in ice, even when I was normal like I almost always was...

My vision grew clearer again.

''I felt the cold metal blade's dull, smooth side press against my heart. My father was staring into my eyes, his gaze empty, coldly enraged, a glimmer of-''

...cruelty?

This wasn't him.

I wouldn't believe it.

No, no, no, no. Memories rush through my head of how soft and caring and loving he was up until now-

No, no, no, no, no, NO.

''I fight the animalistic rage beginning to course through my body. I didn't want to kill my father too.''

''"Father, please don't do this... please-" His paw reaches out and clamps my snout firmly shut. For once, his paw feels... grubby, disgusting, cold. I try to fight this uncomfortable feeling but he hits me on the head with the knife's dull side and tightens his grip.''

I feel the tip of the blade graze the fur around the soft area that hides my heart.

I close my eyes.

This is it.

''"You are not part of my family!" He snarls, the knife easing away, preparing to plunge itself into my chest. "You are NOT MY DAUGHTER, AND NEVER WILL BE!"''

BANG!

My father instantly slumps over onto my side, his grip on my snout loosening, his body cold, the knife slightly biting my front leg.

In the doorway is Clayears.

Clayhead's father.

He lowers his pistol as I scramble away from my father's body frantically, as if he is something disgusting.

As if he is a monster.