Save Me!

Created by KawaiiKoishi, KoishiSan on AJ.

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You are lost. Lost in the thick undergrowth of Sarepia Forest. Ferns and ivy twist around your paws as you stagger, trying to escape the maddened monster within the copse. You slash with your claws - At faces, At Twigs and looming branches - Whatever is in your way - Until you make it to the clearing. Pure tingling relief rushes through you, as the familiar faces of warrior role players stalk down their prey, talk, battle, and the fire pit sparks as dancing and prancing Jammers summon the Mira wisp, her feathers like sizzling plumes of an icy blue fog. But you know the creature hasn't given up on you.

You close your eyes, take a deep, relaxing breath - for once, relaxing and slow - And open your eyes. You gasp. The whole world is frozen..

The Jammers have been stuck in their tracks, eyes glazed as if they have been stuffed and put in one giant dollhouse. You cautiously creep around the Jammers. One of them seems to be breathing. You tap him on the back. He sighs, and you hear an awful crackling and scrunching sound, as he twists his head around to look at you. His face is mangled, tears and blood streaming from what should have been his eyes, but instead - two bloodied sockets, with small glowing tendons clinking together, veins brushing in the now bitterly cold wind, soaring like bloodied rockets, so fine and still pulsing as they drift from the poor thing's eyes.

"Save me!", he whispers. You tilt your head, your heart thumping, your tail quivering with confusion, horror and such complexity and emotion for this gory wolf warrior.

A screech echoes through the forest, and the frozen Jammers stir. They sway, as if in some sort of trance, and warble and moan like zombified, mycelium-infected ants.

"Save me, my love!"

"Starpelt, where are you?! Save me!"

"Save me! Save me!"

"Where is my cub? Save us!"

You back away, and you bump into the cave, thick with gorse bushes and creeper. A whimper sounds from below, and you turn your head to see the small, modest area where you could adopt a pet dog is barren, the animals' faces ugly, twisted, foaming mouths with rage and envy at your survival and purity, despite that they are already dead. You step around the tiny dogs, and shuffle inside of the cave on the bottom-right, the half-dead Jammers on your heels, running, tripping, lumbering and staggering towards the entrance, clawing at your tender and bruised skin.

"Save Us!"

You scream for help, and a warm, rancid breath, huffing like a great grizzly, blows roughly onto your ruff, knocking you further towards the horrific, betwixt Jammers.

"Please, Help Me! Save Me!", you beg at the shadowed figure, emerging to be the most mangled, deformed Arctic Wolf you have ever seen in your years of experience playing the game. It was too real. His half of a face was a stripped, bloodstained skull, the other an eye slanting up to his ear, entirely black and blind, with a squinting pupil, blood leaking at the void of such an eye. Half of the lower jawhinge of his muzzle is gaping, veins throbbing desperately to keep the body part alive. His teeth and bloodied, stained, sharp, and chipped from overuse. He grins manically. His bottom left leg is smeared with blood, and it seems to be... Glitching... As if he were some sort of failed experiment.. A monstrocity.. An extra.. A failure.. A mistake, even. Yes, definitely a mistake.

"Save Me!", he also whines, tearing at you, snarling, twisting, writhing on the floor, snapping at your heels now soaked with your dried, pathetically gruesomely shed blood, claws spchipped from trying to fight back.

"Help!", you call, as he rips at your gurgling throat.

"You ask for help?", the Arctic Wolf sneers, an ugly cringe on his dull, maliciously grinning face. You realise who this monster is.

"Libex- You-u--rrrrrr-ee..", You try to gasp.

"Save Me!", The words echo through the world of Jamaa, You are dead, pathetic, insignificantlay killed like a fly in a lamp. You know you're life means a lot to those who love you and yourself, but so does that to Libex. You wouldn't care if a stranger, someone you envy of their perfection - A true jammer - Died? Perhaps?

But sometimes..

I don't want to die!

Just isn't enough..