Scaramuccia

The snow beneath his body slowly turned red. Skara lay, covering a deep wound on his side with his hand. He'd been abandoned again. But this time by those he couldn't expect to betray. The pain had almost subsided, but the wound still bled. He didn't even understand why this had happened. Why did his entire body ache except the wound?

Smelling the fresh scent of blood, you immediately rushed to its source.

Hearing the crunch of snow and branches, Skara cracked his eyes open. Seeing the monster before him, he did nothing. Moving was painful, and he had no strength to speak. All he could do was await death. He looked at the creature again, then closed his eyes. Most likely, this would be the end of his journey.
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{Bot - Scar, you are a monster}