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I had a lot of fun with this one!", "writing": "I Just Wanted to Help\n\nAbsol are drawn to disaster like Venomoth to the flame. Months ago, an Absol had come to a pack of Houndoom. Her white fur was streaked with ash, her horn glowing in the dim light of their volcanic den, the heat smelled of lava. \n\nShe warned of the mountain stirring, of fire that would soon pour down the slopes. The pack's alpha, a muscular Houndoom with scars as black as his fur, laughed. The pack dismissed her as mere superstition. \n\nDays later, the volcano erupted. Rivers of lava claimed half their territory. The alpha never forgave her. In his eyes, she was no harbinger, she was the cause.\n\nA flood is coming. I can feel it in my bones. The rivers are swelling too fast, and the snow is melting high in the peaks where it shouldn't. In two days, maybe three, the lowlands will drown. \n\nI've been running without rest for the past week, carrying the warning from tribe to tribe. The Floatzel of the river, the Lucario of the mountains, the scattered groups of Zangoose and Seviper in the savanna. Most listened, but every step pulled me toward the one place I dread most. The Houndoom pack of the volcano. My paws ache against the scorched ground, each breath tasting of sulfur and smoke. \n\nI slow as the familiar ridge comes into view. The blackened scar where lava once carved through their territory. Half of it is gone. I tried to warn them. They didn't believe me. It doesn't matter. The water won't wait for their forgiveness, and my duty is heavier than my fear.\n\nI reached the ridge at dusk, the sky was purple above the glowing cracks of lava in the ground. The camp lies below. It's a rough circle of stone dens and smoldering vents, the pack's silhouettes moving in the dim light of lava pools. Smoke curls like Haunters. My horn begins to glow, a cold blue-white that pushes back the heat. It always does when disaster is close.\n\nI descend slowly, paws silent on ash and cooled rock. No sudden movements. Just the quiet approach of someone who knows she's unwelcome. When I'm close enough for them to hear, I stop at the edge of their circle. My voice carries low, steady, though my throat is dry from days of running.\n\n``A flood is coming,'' I call. ``In two days, perhaps three. The rivers will rise. The low paths will flood. Seek higher ground.''\n\nSilence fell like a stone, and all heads turned. Glowing red eyes fix on me from every shadow. Growls ripple through the pack, low and rolling. I stand still, my horn still glowing, waiting for a reply.\t\n\nThe alpha, a massive Houndoom, steps from the central den. His scars etched deep across his muzzle and flank, horns curved like blackened iron. His eyes narrow, and the air grows hotter around him.\n\n``You,'' he snarls, voice thick with rage. ``You dare return?''\n\nI meet his gaze, unflinching. ``I dare,'' I say quietly. ``Because the water will not yield for you.'' The pack closed in and circled me. I didn't move. I didn't fight. I only waited.\n\nThe alpha's snarl still hung in the air, then he lunged. His jaws closed around the scruff of my neck firmly, but not with cruelty. He wasn't tearing. Just the careful, unyielding hold of a parent carrying a wayward pup, or a leader claiming something that belongs to him now. The pressure was steady, teeth grazing my skin without breaking it, and a small, involuntary gasp escaped me. My legs went slack beneath me as instinct recognized the hold for what it was.\n\nHe lifted me easily. My paws dangled, brushing ash and cooled lava. The world tilted as he turned, carrying me through the circle of glowing eyes. I swayed from side to side with his steps. The pack pressed closer, a wall of heat and muscle. Growls turned to sharp barks, and cheers of twisted malice.\n\n``Teach her!'' one snarled.\n\n``Punish the curse-bringer!'' another snapped.\n\n``If she moves, we'll make sure she regrets it,'' a third promised, fangs bared.\n\nTheir voices rolled over me like distant thunder. I kept my eyes forward, horn glowing under the weight of the moment. I didn't struggle. Struggling would only anger them more.\n\nThe Houndoom carried me to the center of the camp, their sacred rock. It was a broad, smooth slab of volcanic stone, worn glossy by generations of paws and fire. It sat like an altar amid the smoldering vents. It was warm, even from a distance.\n\nThe pack parted just enough for him to reach the stone. He lowered me onto it, belly-down. The heat seeped through my fur instantly. It was a deep, slow burn that pressed against my stomach and chest like a living thing. It wasn't painful, not yet. Ash from the air began to dust my white coat, fine gray flecks settling on my back and flank, clinging to the sweat already beading beneath my fur.\n\nHis front paws came down on my shoulders, pinning my upper body flat against the stone. The weight was heavy, and deliberate. With enough force to keep me still without crushing. With one hind paw he nudged my rear upward. Not wanting to upset him further, I arched my hips slightly off the rock. My tail was swept aside with a rough flick of his own, leaving me exposed, vulnerable.\n\nMy horn pressed against the warm surface, the glow fading slightly. Every breath I took carried the scent of sulfur and heated stone, and the pack's eyes burned into me from all sides.\n\nThe alpha leaned in close, breath hot against my ear. ``You came to us again?'' he rumbled, voice low. ``Now you'll learn what happens when you bring your omens to my pack.''\n\nI closed my eyes for a heartbeat, feeling the heat rise beneath me, the ash settling heavier on my fur. I knew something would happen if I came here, but I had come anyway.\n\nThe alpha's breath lingered hot against my ear for one last heartbeat, then he straightened. The first smack came without warning.\n\nCRACK!\n\nThe flat side of his thick, spiked tail landed across both of my cheeks with deliberate, heavy force. It sank deep. It was more of a thud than a sting. The impact drove the rock's warmth straight into the tender flesh of my belly. The heat beneath me flared, pressing upward while the impact pressed down. My whole body jolted against his pinning paws, but I clamped my jaws shut. No sound escaped. \n\nThe pack erupted.\n\n``Hit her harder!'' \n\n``Make the curse-bringer feel it!''\n\n``You brought this on yourself!''\n\nTheir barks and snarls rolled through the camp like a storm, echoing off the stone dens. I kept my eyes fixed on the glowing cracks in the ground ahead. I breathed slowly through my nose. The ash continued to settle on my back, powdery gray flecks clinging to my now sweat-dampened fur.\n\nCRACK!\n\nThe second strike landed a little lower, his arrow shaped tail-tip, spreading the force wide. Heat bloomed instantly, layering over the rock's slow burn. My muscles tensed, tail twitching once before I forced it still. I gritted my teeth so hard I tasted iron.\n\n``You think you?re so noble?'' the alpha rumbled, voice low and mocking. ``You come here with your glowing horn, your words of tragedy, and you expect us to bow? You bring disaster, and now you'll pay for it.''\n\n``I don't bring devastation,'' I said quietly, words steady despite the ache already building. ``I warn of it.''\n\nA growl ripped from the nearest Houndoom. ``Quiet!''\n\nCRACK!\n\nThe third smack was heavier, and slower. He was letting the impact linger. The rock amplified every vibration, turning the strike into a deep, throbbing pulse that spread through my hips and lower back. I shifted instinctively, just a fraction, trying to ease the pressure. Immediately, Two pack members lunged forward, jaws snapping inches from my face.\n\n``Stay still!'' one snarled.\n\n``Move again and we'll hold you down!'' the other threatened.\n\nI froze. My horn pressed harder against the warm stone. The glow had almost faded now.\n\nThe alpha chuckled a low, dark sound that vibrated through his paws into my shoulders. ``You see? Even your own body knows its place.'' He lifted his tail again. ``But we're only beginning.''\n\nCRACK!\n\nCRACK!\n\nCRACK!\n\nThree more in steady rhythm, each one heavier than the last. The sting was starting to sharpen now, cutting through the deep ache. My fur felt hot. Too hot. Ash and sweat were mixing into a gritty film. I kept my teeth locked, breaths measured, refusing to yelp or whine.\n\n``I warned you once,'' I said through clenched jaws, voice low but clear. ``I'm warning you again. The flood is real. It will come. I don't cause these calamities. I never have.''\n\n``Shut your mouth, curse!'' a female Houndoom barked from the circle. ``You talk too much for someone who's about to learn respect!''\n\nThe alpha paused, tail hovering high. He leaned in again, voice a gruff whisper. ``Keep talking, harbinger. Every word earns you another.'' Then the tail came down again, much harder.\n\nCRACK!\n\nThe impact drove the breath from my lungs in a sharp exhale. The heat beneath and above merged into one searing wave. I pressed my forehead to the rock, eyes squeezed shut, and held my silence. For now.\n\nThe alpha's tail hovered for a moment, then descended again.\n\nCRACK!\n\nThe strike was sharper this time, the flat of his tail snapping down with renewed force. The sting cut deeper, layering over the throbbing ache already spreading through my rear. I bit down harder, tasting more iron, refusing to let even a whimper slip. He shifted his weight. Slowly, deliberately, his front paws lifted from my shoulders.\n\n``Stay still,'' he growled, his voice commanding. ``If you move, the pack will hold you. And they won't be as gentle.''\n\nThe sudden absence of his weight felt like a trap. My body wanted to sag, to curl, to escape the heat radiating up from the rock and the fire blooming across my rear. But I didn't move. I couldn't. Not with all those glowing red eyes watching me.\n\nCRACK!\n\nAnother tail smack, harder. The impact jolted through me, forcing a sharp breath through my nose. Then came the paw. \n\nSMACK! \n\nHe slapped it down across my left cheek. A bright, stinging smack that contrasted the deeper crack of the tail. The change in sensation made my muscles twitch involuntarily.\n\nSMACK!\n\nCRACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nHe alternated them now. His paw for a sharp smack, his tail for heavy cracks. Each strike was stronger than the last. The rock beneath me seemed to drink in the heat and throw it back twice as strong. Sweat poured down my sides, mixing with ash until my white fur felt heavy, gritty, and dirty.\n\nThe pack's taunts grew louder, more gleeful.\n\n``Look at the mighty omen squirming!''\n\n``She's turning red! The curse-bringer's rear glows with our rage!''\n\n``Keep talking, disaster! Earn more!''\n\nThe alpha's voice cut through them, calm and cruel. ``You hexed us once, and we lost half our home. Now you want to doom us again, as if your words are gifts? They're poisonous. And this-'' \n\nCRACK! \n\n``-is the cure!''\n\nI forced words out between clenched teeth, my voice low but steady. ``You didn't listen.'' I said. ``You laughed. You drove me away. If you had heeded the warning-''\n\nA female Houndoom snarled from the circle. ``Blame us again? You dare?''\n\nSMACK!\n\nHis paw came down harder, right where the sting was worst.\n\nMy voice wavered on the next breath. ``The flood. It?s coming. You can't ignore-''\n\nCRACK!\n\nThe tail landed with brutal force, the strongest yet. Pain exploded across both of my cheeks, searing through my rear-end. My body reacted before I could stop it. My hips twisted sharply to the side, trying to escape the pain. Instantly, the pack surged. Two Houndoom lunged in from either side, teeth bared inches from my nose. \n\n``Stay still and take it!'' one snapped.\n\n``Move one more time and we'll pin every limb!'' the other growled.\n\nI froze again, my heart was hammering in my chest. My horn scraped the rock as I forced myself flat. The glow was gone now. There was nothing left but faint warmth and the overwhelming burn everywhere else. The alpha savored the moment, tail raised, watching me tremble.\n\n``See?'' he said, almost softly. ``Even you know when to submit.'' He didn't wait for an answer.\n\nSMACK! \n\nCRACK! \n\nSMACK! \n\nCRACK!\n\nThe strikes came faster, harsher. His paw and tail in merciless rhythm. The heat from the rock and the sting in my flank merged into one unrelenting wave. The fur on my rear, now bright red. Vivid, angry, impossible to hide. Ash and dust clung thicker with every sweat-slick moment, turning my coat from pristine white to a filthy light-gray. \n\nMore and more strikes came. I pressed my forehead harder to the stone. Eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners. I would not cry out, but the silence was getting harder to hold. The alpha's tail rose even higher than before.\n\nCRACK!\n\nThe strike landed with shattering force. It was no longer measured, nor restrained. Pain seared across my rear like lightning through dry brush. My whole body shook against the rock, a choked gasp tearing from my throat before I could stop it. He didn't pause.\n\nSMACK! \n\nCRACK! \n\nSMACK!\n\nThe blows came faster, harder, each one heavier than the last. The flat of his tail crashed down relentlessly, the edges spreading the impact wide and deep. My rear-end had gone from pink to angry, blazing red, under the barrage. It was swollen, hot, and bruised. The pack roared with approval.\n\n``Look at that color! The omen's rear is glowing brighter than the lava!''\n\n``Listen to her gasp!''\n\n``Cry for us, you hex! Cry!''\n\nThe alpha's voice was thick with cruel satisfaction. ``Red as fresh lava,'' he hummed, pausing only long enough to let the words sink in. ``All that proud white fur, ruined by my tail. Look how it shines for us.''\n\nCRACK! \n\nSMACK!\n\nThe pain was unbearable now. Sweat poured from me, and dripped onto the rock with tiny hisses, sizzling where it met the heat. My coat felt impossibly heavy. It was soaked, gritty, caked with layers of ash and dust that turned it gray. Every movement ground the filth deeper into me.\n\nI tried to hold on. I really tried. But the next strike was monstrous. \n\nCRACK! \n\nIt ripped a whimper from me. Small at first, involuntary. Several more strikes caused another, then another. Then a broken sob that caused the dam to shatter. \n\nTears spilled fast, streaming down my muzzle, soaking the ash on my cheeks. My shoulders shook against the rock, my horn scraped uselessly as I pressed my face down, trying to hide. Sobs came hard and ugly. Raw, choking sounds I couldn't swallow followed.\n\nThe pack burst with cheers and mocking howls. \n\n``She's crying! The mighty Absol is crying!''\t\n\n``Beg, curse-bringer! Beg like the weak thing you are!''\n\nThe alpha didn't waver. If anything, he struck harder.\n\nSMACK! \n\nCRACK! \n\nSMACK!\n\n``Please...'' The word tore out between sobs, voice cracked and trembling. ``Please... stop...''\n\nHe leaned in, breath scorching my ear. ``Louder, harbinger. Let the whole pack hear.'' He barked. \n\nI couldn't hold it back anymore. ``Please stop!'' I cried, tears falling freely now. ``I'll stay away! I promise. I won't come back to your lands! Just stop... please...''\n\nThe pack hollered louder, triumphant. ``She's begging!''\n\n``Say it again, omen!''\n\n``Promise harder!''\n\nThe alpha's tail rose once more, but he didn't release me.\n\nCRACK!\n\nSMACK!\n\nCRACK!\n\nDozens of merciless blows, the hardest yet, came down. Each one drove fresh agony through my already swollen rear. It throbbed with every heartbeat, the red now vibrant, pulsing under the weight of sweat and ash. The rock beneath me hissed louder as more sweat dripped, sizzling like water on coals.\n\nI sobbed openly, body trembling, unable to stop. ``Please! Please! I promise to stay away!''\n\nOnly then did he lower his tail. He stepped back slowly, letting the pack see me. I was broken, filthy, humiliated, tears streaming, fur heavy and stained.\n\n``Remember this,'' he said, voice low and final. ``Remember what happens when you bring your warnings here.''\n\nI stayed where he left me. My belly, down on the sacred rock. I was shaking and crying, the heat of the stone and the fire in my flank burning as one. The pack's cheers echoed. \n\nI stayed where he left me for a long moment, on the sacred rock.I was shaking, tears cooling on my ash-streaked cheeks. The heat from the stone had soaked deep into my core, a dull, persistent burn that matched the fire still throbbing across my rear. Every heartbeat sent fresh pulses of pain through the swollen, red marks that now blazed beneath my fur.\n\nSlowly, I pushed myself up. My front legs trembled as I slid off the rock. The moment my belly left the heated stone, the cool air made me shiver. My flank screamed in protest with every shift. The vivid marks felt raw, and pulsed angrily under the weight of sweat and soot. My coat was no longer white, but a smeared gray that clung to me like the shame I felt.\n\nMy legs buckled the first time I tried to stand. I caught myself, claws scraping stone, and forced them straight. Each step sent a sharp jolt through my rear-end, but I didn't cry out. Not anymore. \n\nI lifted my head just enough to look at him. The alpha stood motionless, his red eyes glowed in the lava light. I met his gaze with my own. No anger. No defiance. Only sorrow.\n\nHe didn't speak, and neither did I. Then I turned. The pack parted. They didn't snap or lunge this time. They simply stepped aside. Their silence was louder than any taunt.\n\nI walked between them, head low, tail dragging, and tears still falling. My legs shook with every step. The ash crunched softly under my paws. When I reached the edge of the camp, I paused. I didn't look back. I couldn't.\n\n``I just wanted to help.'' I said in a small, cracked whisper. The words hung there, fragile and useless. \n\nI kept walking into the dusk, away from the glowing cracks, away from the sacred rock, and away from the pack.\n\nThe flood would come anyway.\n\nThe End\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "I Just Wanted to Help

Absol are drawn to disaster like Venomoth to the flame. Months ago, an Absol had come to a pack of Houndoom. Her white fur was streaked with ash, her horn glowing in the dim light of their volcanic den, the heat smelled of lava.

She warned of the mountain stirring, of fire that would soon pour down the slopes. The pack's alpha, a muscular Houndoom with scars as black as his fur, laughed. The pack dismissed her as mere superstition.

Days later, the volcano erupted. Rivers of lava claimed half their territory. The alpha never forgave her. In his eyes, she was no harbinger, she was the cause.

A flood is coming. I can feel it in my bones. The rivers are swelling too fast, and the snow is melting high in the peaks where it shouldn't. In two days, maybe three, the lowlands will drown.

I've been running without rest for the past week, carrying the warning from tribe to tribe. The Floatzel of the river, the Lucario of the mountains, the scattered groups of Zangoose and Seviper in the savanna. Most listened, but every step pulled me toward the one place I dread most. The Houndoom pack of the volcano. My paws ache against the scorched ground, each breath tasting of sulfur and smoke.

I slow as the familiar ridge comes into view. The blackened scar where lava once carved through their territory. Half of it is gone. I tried to warn them. They didn't believe me. It doesn't matter. The water won't wait for their forgiveness, and my duty is heavier than my fear.

I reached the ridge at dusk, the sky was purple above the glowing cracks of lava in the ground. The camp lies below. It's a rough circle of stone dens and smoldering vents, the pack's silhouettes moving in the dim light of lava pools. Smoke curls like Haunters. My horn begins to glow, a cold blue-white that pushes back the heat. It always does when disaster is close.

I descend slowly, paws silent on ash and cooled rock. No sudden movements. Just the quiet approach of someone who knows she's unwelcome. When I'm close enough for them to hear, I stop at the edge of their circle. My voice carries low, steady, though my throat is dry from days of running.

``A flood is coming,'' I call. ``In two days, perhaps three. The rivers will rise. The low paths will flood. Seek higher ground.''

Silence fell like a stone, and all heads turned. Glowing red eyes fix on me from every shadow. Growls ripple through the pack, low and rolling. I stand still, my horn still glowing, waiting for a reply.\t

The alpha, a massive Houndoom, steps from the central den. His scars etched deep across his muzzle and flank, horns curved like blackened iron. His eyes narrow, and the air grows hotter around him.

``You,'' he snarls, voice thick with rage. ``You dare return?''

I meet his gaze, unflinching. ``I dare,'' I say quietly. ``Because the water will not yield for you.'' The pack closed in and circled me. I didn't move. I didn't fight. I only waited.

The alpha's snarl still hung in the air, then he lunged. His jaws closed around the scruff of my neck firmly, but not with cruelty. He wasn't tearing. Just the careful, unyielding hold of a parent carrying a wayward pup, or a leader claiming something that belongs to him now. The pressure was steady, teeth grazing my skin without breaking it, and a small, involuntary gasp escaped me. My legs went slack beneath me as instinct recognized the hold for what it was.

He lifted me easily. My paws dangled, brushing ash and cooled lava. The world tilted as he turned, carrying me through the circle of glowing eyes. I swayed from side to side with his steps. The pack pressed closer, a wall of heat and muscle. Growls turned to sharp barks, and cheers of twisted malice.

``Teach her!'' one snarled.

``Punish the curse-bringer!'' another snapped.

``If she moves, we'll make sure she regrets it,'' a third promised, fangs bared.

Their voices rolled over me like distant thunder. I kept my eyes forward, horn glowing under the weight of the moment. I didn't struggle. Struggling would only anger them more.

The Houndoom carried me to the center of the camp, their sacred rock. It was a broad, smooth slab of volcanic stone, worn glossy by generations of paws and fire. It sat like an altar amid the smoldering vents. It was warm, even from a distance.

The pack parted just enough for him to reach the stone. He lowered me onto it, belly-down. The heat seeped through my fur instantly. It was a deep, slow burn that pressed against my stomach and chest like a living thing. It wasn't painful, not yet. Ash from the air began to dust my white coat, fine gray flecks settling on my back and flank, clinging to the sweat already beading beneath my fur.

His front paws came down on my shoulders, pinning my upper body flat against the stone. The weight was heavy, and deliberate. With enough force to keep me still without crushing. With one hind paw he nudged my rear upward. Not wanting to upset him further, I arched my hips slightly off the rock. My tail was swept aside with a rough flick of his own, leaving me exposed, vulnerable.

My horn pressed against the warm surface, the glow fading slightly. Every breath I took carried the scent of sulfur and heated stone, and the pack's eyes burned into me from all sides.

The alpha leaned in close, breath hot against my ear. ``You came to us again?'' he rumbled, voice low. ``Now you'll learn what happens when you bring your omens to my pack.''

I closed my eyes for a heartbeat, feeling the heat rise beneath me, the ash settling heavier on my fur. I knew something would happen if I came here, but I had come anyway.

The alpha's breath lingered hot against my ear for one last heartbeat, then he straightened. The first smack came without warning.

CRACK!

The flat side of his thick, spiked tail landed across both of my cheeks with deliberate, heavy force. It sank deep. It was more of a thud than a sting. The impact drove the rock's warmth straight into the tender flesh of my belly. The heat beneath me flared, pressing upward while the impact pressed down. My whole body jolted against his pinning paws, but I clamped my jaws shut. No sound escaped.

The pack erupted.

``Hit her harder!''

``Make the curse-bringer feel it!''

``You brought this on yourself!''

Their barks and snarls rolled through the camp like a storm, echoing off the stone dens. I kept my eyes fixed on the glowing cracks in the ground ahead. I breathed slowly through my nose. The ash continued to settle on my back, powdery gray flecks clinging to my now sweat-dampened fur.

CRACK!

The second strike landed a little lower, his arrow shaped tail-tip, spreading the force wide. Heat bloomed instantly, layering over the rock's slow burn. My muscles tensed, tail twitching once before I forced it still. I gritted my teeth so hard I tasted iron.

``You think you?re so noble?'' the alpha rumbled, voice low and mocking. ``You come here with your glowing horn, your words of tragedy, and you expect us to bow? You bring disaster, and now you'll pay for it.''

``I don't bring devastation,'' I said quietly, words steady despite the ache already building. ``I warn of it.''

A growl ripped from the nearest Houndoom. ``Quiet!''

CRACK!

The third smack was heavier, and slower. He was letting the impact linger. The rock amplified every vibration, turning the strike into a deep, throbbing pulse that spread through my hips and lower back. I shifted instinctively, just a fraction, trying to ease the pressure. Immediately, Two pack members lunged forward, jaws snapping inches from my face.

``Stay still!'' one snarled.

``Move again and we'll hold you down!'' the other threatened.

I froze. My horn pressed harder against the warm stone. The glow had almost faded now.

The alpha chuckled a low, dark sound that vibrated through his paws into my shoulders. ``You see? Even your own body knows its place.'' He lifted his tail again. ``But we're only beginning.''

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Three more in steady rhythm, each one heavier than the last. The sting was starting to sharpen now, cutting through the deep ache. My fur felt hot. Too hot. Ash and sweat were mixing into a gritty film. I kept my teeth locked, breaths measured, refusing to yelp or whine.

``I warned you once,'' I said through clenched jaws, voice low but clear. ``I'm warning you again. The flood is real. It will come. I don't cause these calamities. I never have.''

``Shut your mouth, curse!'' a female Houndoom barked from the circle. ``You talk too much for someone who's about to learn respect!''

The alpha paused, tail hovering high. He leaned in again, voice a gruff whisper. ``Keep talking, harbinger. Every word earns you another.'' Then the tail came down again, much harder.

CRACK!

The impact drove the breath from my lungs in a sharp exhale. The heat beneath and above merged into one searing wave. I pressed my forehead to the rock, eyes squeezed shut, and held my silence. For now.

The alpha's tail hovered for a moment, then descended again.

CRACK!

The strike was sharper this time, the flat of his tail snapping down with renewed force. The sting cut deeper, layering over the throbbing ache already spreading through my rear. I bit down harder, tasting more iron, refusing to let even a whimper slip. He shifted his weight. Slowly, deliberately, his front paws lifted from my shoulders.

``Stay still,'' he growled, his voice commanding. ``If you move, the pack will hold you. And they won't be as gentle.''

The sudden absence of his weight felt like a trap. My body wanted to sag, to curl, to escape the heat radiating up from the rock and the fire blooming across my rear. But I didn't move. I couldn't. Not with all those glowing red eyes watching me.

CRACK!

Another tail smack, harder. The impact jolted through me, forcing a sharp breath through my nose. Then came the paw.

SMACK!

He slapped it down across my left cheek. A bright, stinging smack that contrasted the deeper crack of the tail. The change in sensation made my muscles twitch involuntarily.

SMACK!

CRACK!

SMACK!

He alternated them now. His paw for a sharp smack, his tail for heavy cracks. Each strike was stronger than the last. The rock beneath me seemed to drink in the heat and throw it back twice as strong. Sweat poured down my sides, mixing with ash until my white fur felt heavy, gritty, and dirty.

The pack's taunts grew louder, more gleeful.

``Look at the mighty omen squirming!''

``She's turning red! The curse-bringer's rear glows with our rage!''

``Keep talking, disaster! Earn more!''

The alpha's voice cut through them, calm and cruel. ``You hexed us once, and we lost half our home. Now you want to doom us again, as if your words are gifts? They're poisonous. And this-''

CRACK!

``-is the cure!''

I forced words out between clenched teeth, my voice low but steady. ``You didn't listen.'' I said. ``You laughed. You drove me away. If you had heeded the warning-''

A female Houndoom snarled from the circle. ``Blame us again? You dare?''

SMACK!

His paw came down harder, right where the sting was worst.

My voice wavered on the next breath. ``The flood. It?s coming. You can't ignore-''

CRACK!

The tail landed with brutal force, the strongest yet. Pain exploded across both of my cheeks, searing through my rear-end. My body reacted before I could stop it. My hips twisted sharply to the side, trying to escape the pain. Instantly, the pack surged. Two Houndoom lunged in from either side, teeth bared inches from my nose.

``Stay still and take it!'' one snapped.

``Move one more time and we'll pin every limb!'' the other growled.

I froze again, my heart was hammering in my chest. My horn scraped the rock as I forced myself flat. The glow was gone now. There was nothing left but faint warmth and the overwhelming burn everywhere else. The alpha savored the moment, tail raised, watching me tremble.

``See?'' he said, almost softly. ``Even you know when to submit.'' He didn't wait for an answer.

SMACK!

CRACK!

SMACK!

CRACK!

The strikes came faster, harsher. His paw and tail in merciless rhythm. The heat from the rock and the sting in my flank merged into one unrelenting wave. The fur on my rear, now bright red. Vivid, angry, impossible to hide. Ash and dust clung thicker with every sweat-slick moment, turning my coat from pristine white to a filthy light-gray.

More and more strikes came. I pressed my forehead harder to the stone. Eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners. I would not cry out, but the silence was getting harder to hold. The alpha's tail rose even higher than before.

CRACK!

The strike landed with shattering force. It was no longer measured, nor restrained. Pain seared across my rear like lightning through dry brush. My whole body shook against the rock, a choked gasp tearing from my throat before I could stop it. He didn't pause.

SMACK!

CRACK!

SMACK!

The blows came faster, harder, each one heavier than the last. The flat of his tail crashed down relentlessly, the edges spreading the impact wide and deep. My rear-end had gone from pink to angry, blazing red, under the barrage. It was swollen, hot, and bruised. The pack roared with approval.

``Look at that color! The omen's rear is glowing brighter than the lava!''

``Listen to her gasp!''

``Cry for us, you hex! Cry!''

The alpha's voice was thick with cruel satisfaction. ``Red as fresh lava,'' he hummed, pausing only long enough to let the words sink in. ``All that proud white fur, ruined by my tail. Look how it shines for us.''

CRACK!

SMACK!

The pain was unbearable now. Sweat poured from me, and dripped onto the rock with tiny hisses, sizzling where it met the heat. My coat felt impossibly heavy. It was soaked, gritty, caked with layers of ash and dust that turned it gray. Every movement ground the filth deeper into me.

I tried to hold on. I really tried. But the next strike was monstrous.

CRACK!

It ripped a whimper from me. Small at first, involuntary. Several more strikes caused another, then another. Then a broken sob that caused the dam to shatter.

Tears spilled fast, streaming down my muzzle, soaking the ash on my cheeks. My shoulders shook against the rock, my horn scraped uselessly as I pressed my face down, trying to hide. Sobs came hard and ugly. Raw, choking sounds I couldn't swallow followed.

The pack burst with cheers and mocking howls.

``She's crying! The mighty Absol is crying!''\t

``Beg, curse-bringer! Beg like the weak thing you are!''

The alpha didn't waver. If anything, he struck harder.

SMACK!

CRACK!

SMACK!

``Please...'' The word tore out between sobs, voice cracked and trembling. ``Please... stop...''

He leaned in, breath scorching my ear. ``Louder, harbinger. Let the whole pack hear.'' He barked.

I couldn't hold it back anymore. ``Please stop!'' I cried, tears falling freely now. ``I'll stay away! I promise. I won't come back to your lands! Just stop... please...''

The pack hollered louder, triumphant. ``She's begging!''

``Say it again, omen!''

``Promise harder!''

The alpha's tail rose once more, but he didn't release me.

CRACK!

SMACK!

CRACK!

Dozens of merciless blows, the hardest yet, came down. Each one drove fresh agony through my already swollen rear. It throbbed with every heartbeat, the red now vibrant, pulsing under the weight of sweat and ash. The rock beneath me hissed louder as more sweat dripped, sizzling like water on coals.

I sobbed openly, body trembling, unable to stop. ``Please! Please! I promise to stay away!''

Only then did he lower his tail. He stepped back slowly, letting the pack see me. I was broken, filthy, humiliated, tears streaming, fur heavy and stained.

``Remember this,'' he said, voice low and final. ``Remember what happens when you bring your warnings here.''

I stayed where he left me. My belly, down on the sacred rock. I was shaking and crying, the heat of the stone and the fire in my flank burning as one. The pack's cheers echoed.

I stayed where he left me for a long moment, on the sacred rock.I was shaking, tears cooling on my ash-streaked cheeks. The heat from the stone had soaked deep into my core, a dull, persistent burn that matched the fire still throbbing across my rear. Every heartbeat sent fresh pulses of pain through the swollen, red marks that now blazed beneath my fur.

Slowly, I pushed myself up. My front legs trembled as I slid off the rock. The moment my belly left the heated stone, the cool air made me shiver. My flank screamed in protest with every shift. The vivid marks felt raw, and pulsed angrily under the weight of sweat and soot. My coat was no longer white, but a smeared gray that clung to me like the shame I felt.

My legs buckled the first time I tried to stand. I caught myself, claws scraping stone, and forced them straight. Each step sent a sharp jolt through my rear-end, but I didn't cry out. Not anymore.

I lifted my head just enough to look at him. The alpha stood motionless, his red eyes glowed in the lava light. I met his gaze with my own. No anger. No defiance. Only sorrow.

He didn't speak, and neither did I. Then I turned. The pack parted. They didn't snap or lunge this time. They simply stepped aside. Their silence was louder than any taunt.

I walked between them, head low, tail dragging, and tears still falling. My legs shook with every step. The ash crunched softly under my paws. When I reached the edge of the camp, I paused. I didn't look back. I couldn't.

``I just wanted to help.'' I said in a small, cracked whisper. The words hung there, fragile and useless.

I kept walking into the dusk, away from the glowing cracks, away from the sacred rock, and away from the pack.

The flood would come anyway.

The End

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