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All of these characters are mine, as is the plot and messages in this story. whee I made them up and spewed them onto pen and paper and later onto computer of my own free-will. This is mine, and yes i am proud of it. Comments are appreciated, and i would like for no one to steal my work. this applies to all entries in this story. Thank you! 3nodding -Zexion
On with the show...

Blood. Every step into the dampened soil was coated in the crimson liquid. Each reddened step sank deeper into the sodden soil with the weight of the grief-ridden creature. Brown locks glued themselves to flesh as the rain pouring down made heavier each and every strand with water. Equally brown animal ears twitched when larger drops of rain splashed on them and a soaked tail swayed weakly with each slow step. Tears fell without cease from bright apple green eyes, and blended with the rain that flowed over soft cheeks. Short quick breaths created fog in the cold air, the mouth of the creature parted, revealing only the tips of shiny white canines. A clawed hand barely able to muster any strength gripped a bright emerald medallion, upon witch was etched a silver dragon with bright blue eyes.
Memories presented themselves in an awful way before her, and bile caught in her throat. She swallowed it harshly and kept trudging forward. With no destination, and no motive other than that of escape, all she really wanted now was to get away from the scene that just took place. To forget the massacre that she only narrowly survived, and remove the dirt that was under her claws from furiously digging a grave for the only person that had ever cared for her. Now she was alone, momentarily safe from the constant onslaughts thanks to his willing sacrifice; but only until she would be forced to find someone new.
Her strength was drained and she could barely keep going on her own. The thick mass of trees around her began to dwindle and light glowed far in the distance. She noticed that the mud beneath her got all the more sodden and started to pull her under. Her knees finally buckled beneath her weight and she fell face first into the mud before the hill that lay further ahead of her. The blood that had been silently staining her hair trickled down the side of her face and onto her cheek, watered down with the rain’s heavy downpour. Black swarmed in from every corner of her vision, and she coughed weakly.
“…A-asuma…I’m sorry…” she gurgled out as blood slowly trickled across her nose. Everything faded to black, and her subconscious forced her to relive the scarring experience she had just been through no less than an hour ago.