he remembered bringing his dreams to children than a sudden clash with something and then he crashed.
where was he?
groggily he looked around, taking in his surroundings.
he appeared to be inside someone room
He looked up and was met with the most beautiful (e/c) eyes he had ever seen
And he had seen a lot.
He shook his head a bit before looking again, bits of sand flinging everywhere.
“it’s a golden boy..man? you are actually kind of cute, wait what am I saying…”
Sandy tried to stand up but the pain got him first and he sat down again, a worried look came over his face
The girl noticed his pain.
“oh! Just a moment”
Carefully not to disturb her parents or her brother she rushed downstairs.
She quickly grabbed the first aid kit and went back up.
the little man hadn’t moved a bit
she was getting worried now and carefully shook his shoulders
He cried out again as the claws tore though the fabric of his hoodie and dug into his flesh, drawing blood. Tears rushed to his eyes as he grit his teeth, trying to pull away from his attacker. But the paw held him in place.
The cruel laughter stung in his ears and the paw pressed down harder on his back, feeling as it would break his spine. He dug his fingers into the ground, trying to hold back the sob that rose in his throat.
“Not so cocky now, are you? Serves you right, you little pest.”
Jack managed to turn his head, glancing at the animal. He was only a bit taller than the boy, but much larger in weight. In fact, he was rather fat. His fur coat was dirty brown, with a middle long tail trailing behind him. His eyes were cold
"Damn it, damn it." You hissed under your breath, "Why does it exist, why!?" Your whisper turned into a shout of irritation. Your arms tucked in firmly under your arm pits, your body bracing against the bitterly cold winter you head out into the white snowy terrain, into the icing topped woods. You stumble through the white woods, shivering and rattling like a child's toy, muttering under your chaffed blue lips.
Why were you out? Oh because your mother felt it would be good to get some fresh air. Just standing on the porch of your stone cottage in the middle of winter would have sufficed but no, you were shoved out the front door, with only a leather jacket. You forgot your hat, gloves and scarf and now little beads of tears leaked out the corners of your eyes from the pain of the cold. The thing is, you didn't have anything else to do. You couldn't walk or even drive into the village to see your friends because it was too damn far, at least ten miles away. Your friend Becky, w