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All characters in this text belong to me.", "writing": "Fenraith Is Born\n\nNote: If you disapprove of the following do not read ahead: cub torture, blood, pain, religious sacrifice, transformation, corruption, death. If you still plan on reading after the warning, enjoy this male’s backstory.\n\nThe chilled autumn air blew at the six-year-old’s fur as the leash, attached to the collar around his neck, was pulled. “M-Mom…Dad…where are we going?” The Anubis boy looked around as he was lead to a strange stone object in the village square. “Hush Fen, you’re going to fulfill your purpose.”\n“You keep saying that…what purpose Dad?”\n“Our friends, your friends, are relying on you to help our harvest this year. It’s a great honor.”\n“B-But why me?”\n“It’s always been the first born of the newest generation.”\n\nAs they moved closer, hooded figures stepped out from the shadows. Fen squealed at the sight. He turned to run, choking as the leash tugged him the other way. “I don’t wanna go! They’re scary,” cried the cub.\n“Fen, shut up or I’ll give you something to cry about.”\nThe young boy whimpered, his small chest heaving rapidly. His mind raced, ‘Are these people mom and dad’s friends? Why are they leading me to a stone? How am I going to help the harvest? What’s a harvest anyway?’\n\nAs they approached the stone, Fen saw a number of intricate carvings in the stone as well as leather straps. His thoughts moved off of the previous questions and onto the question, “Why are there straps?” The three stepped up to the large stone. “Okay son,” said Fen’s mother, “Lay down on the stone.” The cub looked up at her then did as she asked, knowing his father would be furious if he disobeyed.\n\nAs his back pressed against the cold stone, his parents each grabbed an arm and forced it into a binding. Fen kicked, scared by his parents’ sudden action. His mother finished binding his wrists while his father moved onto his binding his ankles. The boy screamed, both from fear of the unknown and from him being bound to the stone.\n\nA chant started, slowly at first then growing louder as it was picked up by those surrounding the stone and his parents. “Kah’tharl, father of harvest, please accept this boy as an offering for a bountiful harvest this year,” said Fen’s mother as she raised an object above her head. The object glinted in the firelight. As she plunged it down, the frightened cub found what the object was.\n\nThe cold steel forced its way through his thin flesh. The boy howled out in pain as their chanting grew even louder. The blade pushed its way to his heart. He felt betrayed, the rage from pain and the metallic taste filling his mouth were what kept the boy going. Schlik. The knife pierced his heart and the boy, dying, howled his last cry as Fenrel. His vision blurred as his life left him, his spirit being pulled through the stone underneath him. A cloud with piercing green eyes met him as he came to in what could only be described as a blood red field. \n“You were slaughtered, like so many before you. I know your mind’s final thoughts were those of wanting revenge. Tell me, do you still want your vengeance? Do you want to harm those who did you wrong,” asked the cloud.\n“Y-Yes, mister scary-cloud” answered the boy.\n“Ah, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Kal’thel, guardian of children. Now rise Fenraith, death’s messenger, and have your revenge.” \n\nFenraith’s fully spring green eyes opened as pain shot through him. His jaw grew longer, allowing for an extra set of canines. As his bindings snapped, two more lumps formed by his head, soon growing into another two heads. Fen howled in agony, his shoulder blades cracking and extending into bat-like wings and his spine protruding through his tail, the ridges now visible as spikes jutting from the fur. Pain rushed to his head as two, small juts of bone broke through the skin, giving him two small horns. The newly arisen boy looked over himself and found that the symbol he had been sacrificed on was now burned into the back of his left paw. With his transformation complete, he was ready to give Kal’thel the souls of those that sacrificed him, including his parents.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Fenraith Is Born

Note: If you disapprove of the following do not read ahead: cub torture, blood, pain, religious sacrifice, transformation, corruption, death. If you still plan on reading after the warning, enjoy this male’s backstory.

The chilled autumn air blew at the six-year-old’s fur as the leash, attached to the collar around his neck, was pulled. “M-Mom…Dad…where are we going?” The Anubis boy looked around as he was lead to a strange stone object in the village square. “Hush Fen, you’re going to fulfill your purpose.”
“You keep saying that…what purpose Dad?”
“Our friends, your friends, are relying on you to help our harvest this year. It’s a great honor.”
“B-But why me?”
“It’s always been the first born of the newest generation.”

As they moved closer, hooded figures stepped out from the shadows. Fen squealed at the sight. He turned to run, choking as the leash tugged him the other way. “I don’t wanna go! They’re scary,” cried the cub.
“Fen, shut up or I’ll give you something to cry about.”
The young boy whimpered, his small chest heaving rapidly. His mind raced, ‘Are these people mom and dad’s friends?  Why are they leading me to a stone? How am I going to help the harvest? What’s a harvest anyway?’

As they approached the stone, Fen saw a number of intricate carvings in the stone as well as leather straps. His thoughts moved off of the previous questions and onto the question, “Why are there straps?” The three stepped up to the large stone. “Okay son,” said Fen’s mother, “Lay down on the stone.” The cub looked up at her then did as she asked, knowing his father would be furious if he disobeyed.

As his back pressed against the cold stone, his parents each grabbed an arm and forced it into a binding. Fen kicked, scared by his parents’ sudden action. His mother finished binding his wrists while his father moved onto his binding his ankles. The boy screamed, both from fear of the unknown and from him being bound to the stone.

A chant started, slowly at first then growing louder as it was picked up by those surrounding the stone and his parents. “Kah’tharl, father of harvest, please accept this boy as an offering for a bountiful harvest this year,” said Fen’s mother as she raised an object above her head. The object glinted in the firelight. As she plunged it down, the frightened cub found what the object was.

The cold steel forced its way through his thin flesh. The boy howled out in pain as their chanting grew even louder. The blade pushed its way to his heart. He felt betrayed, the rage from pain and the metallic taste filling his mouth were what kept the boy going. Schlik. The knife pierced his heart and the boy, dying, howled his last cry as Fenrel. His vision blurred as his life left him, his spirit being pulled through the stone underneath him. A cloud with piercing green eyes met him as he came to in what could only be described as a blood red field.
“You were slaughtered, like so many before you. I know your mind’s final thoughts were those of wanting revenge. Tell me, do you still want your vengeance? Do you want to harm those who did you wrong,” asked the cloud.
“Y-Yes, mister scary-cloud” answered the boy.
“Ah, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Kal’thel, guardian of children. Now rise Fenraith, death’s messenger, and have your revenge.”

Fenraith’s fully spring green eyes opened as pain shot through him. His jaw grew longer, allowing for an extra set of canines. As his bindings snapped, two more lumps formed by his head, soon growing into another two heads. Fen howled in agony, his shoulder blades cracking and extending into bat-like wings and his spine protruding through his tail, the ridges now visible as spikes jutting from the fur. Pain rushed to his head as two, small juts of bone broke through the skin, giving him two small horns. The newly arisen boy looked over himself and found that the symbol he had been sacrificed on was now burned into the back of his left paw. With his transformation complete, he was ready to give Kal’thel the souls of those that sacrificed him, including his parents.
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