In the meantime, Puck had been wandering aimlessly, convinced his friend was dead. Oh, it hurt pretty badly for the first few days. There was non-stop crying, utter depression and loss of the will to hunt. All things must come to an end, however, and the emotional pain eventually subsided into complete numbness.
Soon, his wandering took him close to a human town. Still less than enthusiastic about hunting, he quickly took to killing pets as easy prey. Once, he nearly got caught by a human. He considered killing it as well, but the thought brought a feeling of nausea and he made a quick exit instead.
That's when humans began lurking about in the woods more. With guns.
Havoc had skirted the town for as long as he could, the dim lights always to his right as he traveled, far away.
He'd seen several humans, but he was at least quick enough to find a hiding spot until they passed on their way, or until they lost interest and he could continue on.
Now, he was still near the edge of the town, as close as the humans had dumped him, watching from the crest of a small hill over the tops of small bushes.
A small breeze kicked up and ruffled his hair, and he looked into the wind for a moment, taking a bit of comfort in the cool feeling. He turned away a moment later and stood, looking down the hill once more and trying to catch a glimpse of... something.
It was night again and Puck was hungry. He knew he was a mess. His hair was ungroomed, his pelts dirty and he probably stank badly. Good thing dogs and cats were stupid enough not to notice. He lurked near the edge of town, waiting until the majority of the hunters had gone home for the evening. Slowly, he stalked towards the lights.
Something had moved, slinking along and closer to the lights of the human town. Havoc squinted, trying to figure out what it was, but he couldn't, not from that distance.
He stumbled his way along, carefully picking his steps, following the creature from upwind, which was probably a bad idea; it looked like a predator, but at that moment, Havoc didn't pay attention.
It wasn't that Puck didn't believe him... okay, it was. But honestly, how often does someone come back from the dead and everything didn't end up as only a dream? He stayed as still as he could, as if that would preserve the moment forever.
As soon as he felt the warm lips on his, Puck's eyes shot open and he squeaked a little in surprise. He doubted his imagination would dream Havoc doing that. When his friend finally pulled away, Puck licked his lips to savor the taste.
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Soon, his wandering took him close to a human town. Still less than enthusiastic about hunting, he quickly took to killing pets as easy prey. Once, he nearly got caught by a human. He considered killing it as well, but the thought brought a feeling of nausea and he made a quick exit instead.
That's when humans began lurking about in the woods more. With guns.
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He'd seen several humans, but he was at least quick enough to find a hiding spot until they passed on their way, or until they lost interest and he could continue on.
Now, he was still near the edge of the town, as close as the humans had dumped him, watching from the crest of a small hill over the tops of small bushes.
A small breeze kicked up and ruffled his hair, and he looked into the wind for a moment, taking a bit of comfort in the cool feeling. He turned away a moment later and stood, looking down the hill once more and trying to catch a glimpse of... something.
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Something had moved, slinking along and closer to the lights of the human town. Havoc squinted, trying to figure out what it was, but he couldn't, not from that distance.
He stumbled his way along, carefully picking his steps, following the creature from upwind, which was probably a bad idea; it looked like a predator, but at that moment, Havoc didn't pay attention.
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Havoc tried to move again, Puck's weight in his arms throwing him off balance and making it hard to stand.
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"< I'll prove I'm real, >" Havoc whispered, and leaned close, pressing his lips to Puck's.
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"...I believe you."
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