That morning came with the stench of old sweat and rotten flesh.
It was something Zarebor was quite familiar with, it always stank like this in the morning after a red moon night, if there is something the streets taught him over the years was that to survive the terrors of the night you needed to be invisible and quiet at all costs. "Those damn monsters, they'll never catch me!".
Mornings were the favorite part of the day for Zarebor, it was the only time where he didn't feel the need to hide or be overly cautious. The streets were usually filled with people and if he was lucky enough someone would give him bread or a cup of milk, and if he was really lucky his heart would fail and he would die while bathing in the holy sunlight
Zarebor walked slowly through the streets looking for an open spot where the sun could bathe him in light.
"Vicious monsters, Why, WHY?" Zarebor mumbled to himself.
THAT drew unwanted attention, and all attention was unwanted at least for Zarebor,
"What? Stop it now, they're looking at you fool... Just be quiet" He reassured himself in the same way he does everyday, by talking to himself.
That was something he picked it up on the streets. The street opened in a huge plaza where children could play and
"I'm so alone and hungry, maybe I can chop of my little finger and..." the thought always came but he always pushed aside desperately.
There was a ... mornings, it was the only time of the day he actually felt alive and somewhat happy, no voices came to him while he was being kissed by the sun, "Oh no, the nightly terrors are afraid of the bright one, . the warm sun kissing his face made him think about his dead mother, "Oh mommy, I'm glad you're not alive to see me now.".
It was something Zarebor was quite familiar with, it always stank like this in the morning after a red moon night, if there is something the streets taught him over the years was that to survive the terrors of the night you needed to be invisible and quiet at all costs. "Those damn monsters, they'll never catch me!".
Mornings were the favorite part of the day for Zarebor, it was the only time where he didn't feel the need to hide or be overly cautious. The streets were usually filled with people and if he was lucky enough someone would give him bread or a cup of milk, and if he was really lucky his heart would fail and he would die while bathing in the holy sunlight
Zarebor walked slowly through the streets looking for an open spot where the sun could bathe him in light.
"Vicious monsters, Why, WHY?" Zarebor mumbled to himself.
THAT drew unwanted attention, and all attention was unwanted at least for Zarebor,
"What? Stop it now, they're looking at you fool... Just be quiet" He reassured himself in the same way he does everyday, by talking to himself.
That was something he picked it up on the streets. The street opened in a huge plaza where children could play and
"I'm so alone and hungry, maybe I can chop of my little finger and..." the thought always came but he always pushed aside desperately.
There was a ... mornings, it was the only time of the day he actually felt alive and somewhat happy, no voices came to him while he was being kissed by the sun, "Oh no, the nightly terrors are afraid of the bright one, . the warm sun kissing his face made him think about his dead mother, "Oh mommy, I'm glad you're not alive to see me now.".
