Kunal was scared, hurt, panicked, and decided his best option was just to run. Run anywhere, run until he could get out. The forest couldn’t be that big right? Soon he found out that the forest seemed endless. Kunal was losing the little hope he had about getting out. The rumors were getting to his head and the pain in his paw increased as dirt entered the wound. He had been walking all day in the same direction with no signs of an exit to the forest. His legs were sore, daylight was fading, and he had run out of snacks and water already. He swore he was seeing white things at a distance, but shrugged it off thinking it was just due to being exhausted and famished. “I just gotta keep moving…” he muttered to himself. His head hung low in defeat as he limped through the undergrowth past long trailing vines hanging from the old trees. The forest seemed ancient and almost taunting him, the sounds of the birds chirping almost laughing at him. For sure he was going crazy! But, Kunal kept on walking at a steady pace until nightfall. Not even moonlight could penetrate the dense forest canopy so Kunal considered stopping for the day. Not even his scales could reflect any light that managed to escape through the trees.
by VampiricKeep going.
Stop.