Username: oneinthecold
Name: Cole
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding: Male
Are they a hero or a villain:
"To be honest, I don't know.."
Cole walked down the ashen village, his mask, a sign of death, was shielding his face from the dust. What happened here? His mind was lost for thoughts, as memories blanked from his mind. Over and over, every paw step he took, the memories evaporated into nothing. He couldn't remember. His cloak made the light swishing sound, speaking to the light breeze that blew over the ruined town. He stopped and reached a tentative paw out to pick up a toy, a stuffed, small bear. He felt it in his paws, his claws gently grazing the face of the bear. Innocence was lost, he thought, as he returned the bear to its abandoned home. He kept walking down the cobblestone street, nails clicking lightly as he did, faint echoes adding to the chat of wind and cloak. He stopped at a fountain, no water of life appearing out of it for it was in a crumbled heap. He took off his mask, the bandages sweeping over his fur as he did so. Finally, a memory came to him. Vicsectlings laughing and playing in the fountain, the sun shining down on the others that worked. The sky turned to grey, then the ground began to shake. In the distance, was a cloud, rising into the air. There was terror, screaming and bells going around. All the sudden, a wave of dust and heat crashed into the area. Then it was silent. He gasped as he opened his eyes, catching his breath. A bomb. A weapon of war did this. Suddenly there was a crackle, a static voice came from within his cloak. 'Commander do you copy whats the situation down there over?'. He reached slowly in and grabbed the walkie talkie. After clearing his throat he said 'There is no sign of life. Nothing.' He put away his device and sat on the ground, staring at his mask. What have I done. Viscets with the same cloaks came rushing by his sides searching the crumbled houses and streets. Voices all saying the same word buzzed in his ears. 'Clear' 'Clear' 'Clear'. Tears brimmed his eyes. How could I?
What have I done?
Extras: WIP (Writing may be up to 600 words for each extra used; art cannot be a comic nor an animation)