Re: Dark Forest Territory
Bogtumble's teeth closed around thin air, and he pitched forward and landed muzzle-first in the dirt.
He didn't have to see his surroundings to know where he was; he could smell it just fine, and the taste tainted his tongue with the way leaf litter smushed itself between his jaws. For a long moment, he just lay there, sprawled out and face down in silence.
Then a howl rose in his throat, muffled at first by the dirt, before he lifted his head, flung himself to his feet, and spat rotting soil out of his mouth. "I HAAATE IT HERE! Hate it, hate it, HATE IT!" Bogtumble struck the ground with his paws several times and shredded through the rotting detritus, accentuating each word with a rough smack. "I'm hungry! I'm STARVED! There isn't a damn thing to here or a damn thing to do and I am sick, sick, sick of it!"
Bogtumble whirled and lashed out at the nearest tree. The branch he struck snapped off with a shower of splinters and he kicked it a second time for good measure. His working eye spun wildly in its socket as he spun in place a second time, seething through gritted teeth. "It's been so long," he breathed out. "So long since I've had good food. It wasn't my fault. It was a lapse in judgement, that's all. But they tasted divine, and I just couldn't stop myself-"
A manic giggle cut him off, and then it turned into a cackle. He smashed a paw through the branch once more, reducing it to little more than a pile of broken sticks, and lifted his muzzle to the dim sky. "DADDY!" he shrieked. "This is YOUR FAULT! Your fault that I'm stuck HERE! Keep a better eye on me next time! Should I come find you?! Make it easier?!"
Bogtumble plunged his claws into the dirt again and tore upwards, then a third time, then a forth and a fifth, until he had savaged a sizeable hole in the ground. "I'd bury you here! You'd NEVER take your eyes off of me that way!"
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