The end of the world is nigh, the prophets have foretold the world will be bathed in crimson flames and pink blood.
On the first night I huddled inside, hugging my dear bear for what little comfort I could find, fearing the inevitable end of all, and on day two I saw the death of a villainous knave. Could my steadfast companion have protected me in the short moments of sleep that I garnered by mauling to death my attempted killer?
The apocalypse being so close on the horizon, I began to see daggers in the smiles of all those around me. I lashed out at anybody who came too close! Not with the intent to kill of course, merely to ward them away from me, but my wolf companion was spurred on by my deteriorating paranoia and bit into the one called CWE, and he limped away bleeding profusely. I fear that he may succumb to the wound if not treated soon, but I can do nothing more than pray for him now, but I do not pray.
A beautiful sunset fell upon the world as the second evening approached and I locked myself away with my bear companion for a second night in a row. The pink skied dawn arrived and upon the ground was the body of one listo95. What a long lineage he must have truly had to be the ninety-fifth of his name. How illustrious was that lineage that was now cut short, and is my bear responsible for this ended line, too?
My paranoia seems founded, for the people sent me to the gallows today, though they seemed to lose their nerve when they saw my animal companions bare their teeth in not so silent threat at whoever dare send me hanging. I held them back from biting anybody else today, no more blood is spilt for now
The evening comes and I see a face of one of noble blood of which I would prefer not to see spilt, so I put my mark upon one of the daggered smiles that I fear might choose to sacrifice another to speed the apocalypse, one Val, just in case he attempt to harm the princely Satsu