Preserve Behind the School: Thursday Morning

[anole_x]

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[strongestgirl]

Old Man was sleeping outside. He was annoyed at first at being woken up by the surprisingly loud sound of the zipper on the tent flap breaking the morning silence.

Then he smelled blood (horses can do that), and that made him wicker with consern.

He watched the draconic kid run off crying, and he was very confused...

Oh look. Grass.

Brakefast.

[walter_n_wires]

Walter had been sleeping curled up next to Victor. Of course he had, concern and habit wouldn't have kept him away from his boyfriend's side after his little trick of passing out last night

[cyclopeanmerc]

Pip emerged from the woodlands where he appeared to have been going for an early morning run. "Walter? What the hell's going on? Where's Victor?"

[anole_x]

Victor heard the call, but it seemed faint, like on the edge of his counciousness. He kept running, not caring where he went, not caring about the bushes that raked his legs or the rocks that cut at the sheath of dead skin on his feet. However, sometimes a mad dash has it's consequences, as he quickly discovered when he tripped over a root and fell to the earth.

Quivering, he rolled over to his side and curled into a fetal position. A rushing sound filled his ears, and he held his bloddy hands over them to block the sound. It seemed like an hour before he realized that it was just the sound of the ocean.

What was going on? What was happening to him? Did he even look human anymore? Would people run away in fear from the lizard boy? What about Walter? He shook his head and moaned. He didn't know the answers. He didn't know what the fuck was going on. He could feel himself shifting and shifting and wondered if he could shift enough to be invisible forever.

"Fuck," he sobbed.