His forest had worked so well, sometimes even managing to kill the poor fools who wandered in too deep before he got the chance to even touch them, letting Avery grab up the remaining, wandering soul with ease.
This time, they were bandits, with weapons that hacked and slashed and shot, and though Avery managed to kill every last one of them, he was left to retreat afterward with his tail tucked between his legs.
He clutches at his arm as he drags himself back to the ruins he calls home, bloody and bruised, at least three crossbow bolts sticking out of him in various places. He'd be dead long ago if it weren't for the creature inside him, but by the way the world tilts and spins around him, whatever poison they tipped those bolts with might just finish the job.
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His forest had worked so well, sometimes even managing to kill the poor fools who wandered in too deep before he got the chance to even touch them, letting Avery grab up the remaining, wandering soul with ease.
This time, they were bandits, with weapons that hacked and slashed and shot, and though Avery managed to kill every last one of them, he was left to retreat afterward with his tail tucked between his legs.
He clutches at his arm as he drags himself back to the ruins he calls home, bloody and bruised, at least three crossbow bolts sticking out of him in various places. He'd be dead long ago if it weren't for the creature inside him, but by the way the world tilts and spins around him, whatever poison they tipped those bolts with might just finish the job.