Description
Once upon a time, there lived a small, young, fragile skeleton. He wore a red cloak coloured like the crimson of blood, and with a heart like stone. His town was very poor and the people did not treat others well. Late at midnight, his magic began to dissipate into nothing. Scared and afraid, he passed out on the visit to the doctors and woke up to see his fragile body melted and distorted. He survived with only part of his soul and what little magic he had left to just barely hold his physical form. With sadness and guilt, he left the town to a local forest, never be seen again. »»----- ☠ -----«« Deep in a hidden forest, where only the strong ones, feared ones, and adventurous ones will find themselves, lived a lonely soul, trapped within the forest with an eternal curse. His touch drains the living faster than sight could see, leaving the soul with sadness and fear. He long searches for the missing part in his life as he never felt the true life as his youth was stolen away. Not even Life could help him. Old and dismal, he waited until time stopped ticking, when something interesting finally came into the forest. Alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story inspired from the Idea of little red riding hood. All art belongs to me. Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, blood and graphic images. stay warned. Slow updates. Slow burn story Editor: @LazyAsHeck Highest: #2 genoxreaper (16/NOV/2019)
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