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[Winchester's Wolf]

OH MY GOD ZABARI
WHY

but let's be honest here, I thought Phil was gonna shoot Zabari xD

[~Teya~]

Zabari, you're more of a wimp now than if you'd never lifted that rifle 😭

Zabari, bad!

OH MY GOD ZABARI
WHY

but let's be honest here, I thought Phil was gonna shoot Zabari xD

Bahahaha, I wouldn't put it past him x'D And Zabari didn't mean to OK?! He just should've aimed somewhere else I guess lool

[~Teya~]

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Water pounded Zabari’s fur as he turned the shower water on, still in a partial daze of disbelief.
‘It’s just a stupid animal.’ He thought to himself, his anger growing. ‘Why am I so upset? I shouldn’t care. I don’t care,’ continuing to crank the hot water, he closed his eyes. ‘I’m tired of being an emotional wreck ever since I went into that damned broken-down barn!’
Thick steam filled the shower as he realized he had put the hot on max. Coughing uncontrollably, he quickly twisted the porcelain handle and the water stopped altogether.
Within a few minutes he was dressed and walking down the stairs, soon running into Shianna.
“Good morning, dear,” Shianna cooed, giving him a kiss on the cheek as the pair headed for the dining room.
He was done being afraid. Afraid of that thing that had visited them, afraid of his workers opinions when he ordered them to find spell ingredients, everything.
“Mr. Nazar!” An urgent voice sounded behind him.
Zabari whirled around, only to see one of his servants with a piece of paper in her hand. “What is it?” He asked semi-curiously, raising an eyebrow.
She stopped, gathering her breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t remind you yesterday, but you have a business meeting to get to in only an hour, I could’ve sworn there wasn’t one today—but it’s on the list.” The maid finished with a pant, handing the address to him.
He rolled his eyes, sighing deeply. Considering if he should cancel since he didn’t recall this meeting either. “Fine, fine. Go find my driver and I’ll get going.” He ordered with a yawn.
Before long, Zabari’s driver stopped in front of a tall, multiple story building on the outskirts of town.
Exiting the vehicle, he made his way into the structure and paused, glancing down at the piece of paper with the office number and floor on it.
By the time he looked back up, it suddenly became apparent to him that there was no one at the reception desk.
No one anywhere.
He began to back up slowly, something just wasn’t right about this whole thing.
His ears pinned back at the sound of heavy footsteps behind him, and as Zabari made a move to turn, something was aggressively pulled over his head.
He screeched in fright, kicking violently and punching the air as if his life depended on it.
And for all he knew, it did.
A burly viscet carried him on his shoulder, soon putting him into a chair and removing the thing on his head a second later.
The lights were blindingly bright, it taking awhile for his eyes to adjust. When they did, he saw three viscets. One behind a desk, and two behind him—probably bodyguards.
The male sitting behind the desk leaned forward.
“You have something of mine,” he said, his voice chilly and rough.
Zabari swallowed. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about—” he stuttered.
“Don’t play games with me, boy, you know exactly what I am talking about.” The viscet countered promptly, showing his teeth.
He avoided eye contact with the male, instead dodging his eyes around the room. “I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again—” he started shakily, only to have him interrupt once more.
“Give us the βιβλίο within twenty-four hours, or there will be consequences.” The male growled menacingly, slitting his eyes at him.
Zabari’s heart raced, his breathing becoming uneven as the male leaned in towards him just a little more.
“Either hand us over the book, or we’ll go get it ourselves—and it won’t be pretty,” the male threatened simply, adding, “now beat it!”
Without another word, Zabari got up from his chair with a faint squeak, and swiftly headed for the door, almost tripping over his unstable legs.


* * *


“What?!” Shianna shreaked, her eyes growing to the size of saucers once he had told her everything.
“We have to give them the book, and we mind as well just do it now instead of waiting—I’m going back there, now,” Zabari insisted, straightening his posture as he made a move for the mansion door.
All his empty promises to himself to have no fear were gone in an instant, as shame and fright for his own life consumed him.
His mate quickly clamped down tightly onto his arm. “No, no! How do we know they’re not just bluffing?” She asked hopefully, desperation in her eyes.
He shook his head, trying to shake her grip, it was beginning to hurt.
Shianna sighed, her frustration growing. “Then—then we can at least get as much good out of it in twenty-four hours as possible?” She suggested, still holding onto Zabari’s arm.
“No, I’m done with this book, Shianna.” Zabari hissed, finally ripping away from her grasp and forcefully walking out the door.
Strange—knowing that the book would soon be gone, he felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he could breathe again. But at the same time, a whisper in the back of his head told him it was still possible to use it, before giving it back.
“Zabari Nazar, you come back here!” Shianna exclaimed angrily, but Zabari continued to walk towards the barn without any hesitation.
“This is all your fault in the first place, you know!” She added, her tone loud with bitterness and sorrow. “I’ve done everything for you, but you won’t even do this one thing for me,” her voice cracked, before stopping completely.
He stopped, closing his eyes for a moment. ‘She’s right. I know she’s right—I hate that she’s right.’ Zabari thought, turning to face in her direction.
Shianna stood on the porch, her eyes now red. “You only care about what’ll happen to you, but what about me?” She asked, her voice now low and passive.
Exhaling deeply, Zabari stood on the gravel path, staring at Shianna thoughtfully.
“Let’s go,” he ordered, nodding for her to follow and going on his way without looking back.
Before long, the pair were in the barn, with Zabari looking through the book to find a good spell to try.
“How long is this going to take? Just pick one!” Shianna demanded in exasperation, as Halima began to whine loudly. “Shut up!” She added with a hiss, causing Halima to pin his ears back.
“If this is going to be our last one, let’s make it a good one.” Zabari insisted, glancing towards Halima for a brief second.
His eyes slitted, sifting through the many pages. Some pages were obviously torn out, while others were too far gone to make out.
Zabari’s paws stopped, staring down at one of the very last pages.
“Ankh” it simply read in bold letters. Below it was a spell, and the ingredients were even more peculiar compared to the previous ones.
But, the result was what puzzled him.
“Everlasting you will be; death is futile, and life will be evermore.” Zabari read aloud, the potential of this spell beginning to sink in.
“Gimme that!” Shianna gasped, tearing the book from his hands and reading over the words fully, her expression filled with shock and excitement.
He hesitated. “I’m not sure if this is right, Shi—”
“Don’t be silly, Zabari!” Shianna remarked with a laugh, enthralled with the text.
Zabari avoided eye contact, shifting from foot to foot. “But—”
“This is for us, honey,” Shianna urged in a soft tone, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Think of what we could accomplish, never having to worry about death,” she added dreamily, her mind clearly elsewhere.
He shrugged. “That is true . . .” his voice trailed off, he just wasn’t completely alright with the idea.
She smiled. “I would never have to worry about getting old, I’d be the talk of the town for hundreds of years! Hah,” Shianna said with a giggle, staring into his eyes pleadingly, but he still looked away from them.
Halima still stood in the background, giving out one last, final defeated whine.
Zabari winced. “Alright—let’s get this over with.” He replied in a slightly annoyed tone, defeat also lingering in his own voice.
But the more he thought about the possibilities, the more he got on Shianna's side. With this spell, that creature that had come after them would be powerless.
Or so he thought.
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One chapter left. c: And it's going to be special!

[Ranger of the North]

I dislike Shianna

[~Teya~]

I dislike Shianna

Good choice

[~Teya~]

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Watching as the pair of servants sped away to find the spell ingredients he had asked for, Zabari leaned his arm on the window sill, pondering.
“You’ll see how great this will be, just you wait,” Shianna remarked cheerfully, adding, “oh—you wouldn’t by chance want to go to the party Phil invited us to?”
He didn’t answer, still caught up in his own thoughts.
“Urgh, lighten up Zabari. And don’t do anything stupid when I’m gone.” She warned, walking off with her heels clicking against the marble floor.
Zabari gave out a tired sigh, turning the shiny golden doorknob to go outside for some fresh air. The welcomingly warm sun was overhead, besides the fact that it felt like it should be night time already.
Deciding to make his way over to the barn, within minutes he was moving over the large door; the smell of old wood enveloping his nose.
Halima was nowhere in sight.
Swiftly peering into his stall, he wasn’t there. Panic seized his mind as he ran from the barn and nervously scanned the area close by.
Making his way behind the barn, his fears washed away when he spotted Halima, grazing in the tall grass.
Halima glanced up for a moment, giving out an annoyed snort as he continued to munch the greenery.
Zabari bit his lip, hanging his head low as he approached.
“Well—what was I supposed to do?” He snapped, a wave of anger passing over him as fast as it had come.
The Flit looked away, his ears as far back as they could possibly get.
Zabari groaned, rubbing one of his hands on his forehead in frustration.
“I’m sorry,” he added in a much softer tone, placing an unsure paw on Halima’s shoulder. “It could be nice, you know—never dying . . .” he voice trailed off, as Halima snorted irritatingly.
Crunching leaves underfoot sounded behind him, causing Zabari to whirl in the opposite direction to see who was there.
“I’m leaving now. I’ll be back in a few hours, K?” Shianna announced as she tip-toed through the grass, her eyes moving to look at Halima.
Before Zabari could reply, Shianna added, “I never understood why you liked that creature,” she remarked in a distasteful tone, turning to leave, but then stopped. “I could’ve sworn I ordered one of the servants to release him after your parents left—lot of good they were,” she huffed, storming off into the trees.
Halima began growling madly, going so far as taking a step in the direction Shianna had went.
“Whoa, whoa there—” he began hastily, stepping in front of the Flit so he couldn’t follow her.
Halima's growl reverberated deep from within his throat, refusing to stop as he continued staring past Zabari while slightly showing his teeth.
“I’m sure she didn’t mean it,” he promised, not at all believing his own words. At this point, he wouldn’t put it past her. Laying his head against Halima’s, he began to wonder if she had always been this way. Was it the book? Or had he just been blind this whole time, because he had acted the same way as her.
“You don’t deserve me, Halima . . .” he remarked sadly, sighing deeply.





* * *


With a jolt, Zabari broke from his ponderings when the racket of multiple knocks on the door sounded.
Hopping up from the couch, he rapidly made his way to the door, opening it momentarily. He was surprised to see both of the servants he had sent out for the ingredients, as one of them pushed a medium sized crate into his arms.
“We quit.” One of them announced plainly, head held high.
Zabari opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it.
The other viscet cleared her throat. “You used to be different, boss—I hope you find your way again, I really do.” She said sympathetically, the pair of viscets stepping off the porch right after she had finished speaking, got into a car, and drove off.
Zabari didn’t argue with them. Instead, he closed the door and went back into the living room, where he placed the crate. Staring down at the ingredients, he looked up at the growing sunset that shone through the sleek, floor to ceiling windows.
Once going out to the barn and attaining the book, Zabari casually made his way back to the house without incident and set the βιβλίο on the glass table next to the crate. Plopping down on the couch in front of the table, he began staring at the book.
The sunset outside was now a spectacular and bright shade of scarlet, the colors bleeding onto the surrounding furniture and walls. The red slowly made its way to touch the book and crate, as he continued to intently stare at it. His simmering impatience of having to wait for Shianna escalating.
Twitching his ears, he heard a humming sound coming from outside. Hurriedly getting to his feet, he slit his eyes, focusing on the small cloud of dust coming up the dirt road; probably a mile or two away. But, it couldn’t be Shianna. She wouldn’t come back with friends, not now. And there was more than one car that he could make out.
It must be them.
Zabari swallowed hard, taking a few haphazard steps back.
“No no no no,” he muttered under his breath, whirling around to stare at the book and crate. Hesitantly, he kept looking back towards the window and table.
A moment later, he grabbed the book and crate, heading for the stairs.
Once in the dimly lit hallway, he made his way into his bedroom and nervously slammed the door, his breathing becoming increasingly shaky with the passing seconds. Dumping all of the ingredients onto the carpet, he quickly flipped to the page labeled “Ankh”. His paws shook, anxiously thinking over whether or not he should do this.
Was it right?
Temptation crept over him. He could do so many things being immortal, Shianna’s words of encouragement echoing in his racing mind.
What did he care if his own servants thought he was crazy?
But what if something went wrong, what if it came back?
None of that mattered now. He had to decide now. Would he choose to stay a weak, mortal being? Or would he become a God amongst his fellow kind?
The pull was simply too great to resist.
Without another thought, Zabari began working on the spell, knowing he didn’t have much time.
Before long, he was mashing up a cow heart; attempting to keep the blood from soaking into his paws as he rapidly added in rare plant roots, minerals said to have magical properties, rats tail, and many other freakish things.
He choked, closing his eyes for a moment as dark blood from the heart burst from a blood vessel and onto his face. His body cringed, if he thought about what he was doing for too long, he’d be sickened and stop. But he had convinced himself that this was for the better, and wasn’t truly doing anything wrong that would hurt anyone.
His breath slowed with a quiver, as he lit a match into the bowl. The bowl burst into a blue flame for a brief moment, then went out altogether.
“Now drink the substance you have made,” he read aloud, glaring down at the bowl; suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. Before he could talk himself out of it, he brought the bowl to his lips, closing his eyes tight as he felt the warm, strongly iron and vile tasting concoction reluctantly slid down his throat, barely managing not to gag. Coughing uncontrollably, Zabari opened his eyes, tossing down the now empty bowl as he hugged his own chest.
The sing-song doorbell began ringing from downstairs, eyes widened and legs trembling he came to a stand, taking the book in hand as he headed for the door.
Making his way downstairs, he winced at the noisy doorbell that rang mercilessly in his ears. He opened the door, staring at the big viscet in front of him. Without saying a word, he held out the book, ignoring the literal blood on his hands.
The male viscet smirked. “Good choice, kid.” He remarked, his expression smug as he turned to leave, getting back into his black sedan and speeding off with the two other vehicles.
Zabari inhaled sharply, not realizing he had been holding in his breath this whole time. Closing the door, he felt a little lightheaded; choosing to support himself on the nearest wall.
It was done—finally, he felt okay again; mildly okay, that is.
Smiling to himself, he proceeded to slide down to the floor with his back against the wall, laughing. He continued to laugh giddily, putting a hand on his forehead in disbelief. If this had really worked, he would never die. Never. The prospect of this horrified and excited him greatly, but he chose to mostly focus on the excitement part.
He stopped laughing.
An abrupt shiver ran down his spine, the smile on his face disappearing in an instant.
There was an abnormally dark spot in the middle of the living room to his side, like that of a shadow. A large, towering shadow with burning blue eyes.
In a split second it was gone, and he immediately began scouring the room, heart pumping faster than his darting eyes. From the very corner of his vision he saw something—something directly in front of him, a single drop of sweat running down his face.
He was unable to look, frozen in fear.
“You disobeyed me,” she began, her voice low and disappointed.
He trembled, sucking out a breath as he felt the pressure in his lungs increase. Feeling as if his stature had changed to the size of a gnat, awaiting its final doom under the foot of a much more colossal sized creature.
“I knew it would happen—but still, I’m disappointed.” The entity continued, leaning in closer to the viscet, causing him to immediately shut his eyes as his breathing became even more uneven. “Zabari, you do understand that I could kill you on the spot, do you not?” She questioned, talking in a way that echoed that of her simply talking down to her child that had done a moderately bad thing.
Daring to open his eyes ever-so-slightly, his gaze unwillingly locked with the harsh, cold eyes of the thing that was talking to him.
“Hmm . . .” she seemed to ponder, reaching out a hand to touch Zabari’s cheek. Her touch was bone-chilling, triggering him to jerk away. “I could bury you so deep into the dirt you would make it to Hell,” her voice suddenly changed, so ear piercing it felt like his ears were going to bleed. Her foreboding eyes slit, turning a dark violet as she soared above him.
He stared up at her now, besides her eyes there was nothing but darkness; a solid black, never ending abyss of dark matter that shaped a makeshift figure.
“I’m sorry!” Zabari blurted out, his eyes welding up with fearful tears. He wished he could take it back, all of it. Why did he have to do this, he shouldn’t have messed with fate. He didn’t want to live forever anymore—but also didn’t want to die.
The entity touched the ground once more, her eyes going back to their natural color. “I don’t have to do any of those things to you to make you learn your lesson—because what you have already done will do that for me.” She confessed, her tone somber with no remorse.
“Wha—what do you mean?!” Zabari demanded shakily, a horrible feeling of dread coming over him.
“Have fun with eternal life.” She remarked with a hint of bitterness, speaking nothing more. Instead, her black abyss of a body seemingly dissipated into nothing within seconds, following a bright blue light that immersed the whole room as he covered his eyes.
By the time Zabari unwillingly flicked open his eyelids, he was greeted solely with the eerie darkness of the house he huddled in. Slowly getting to his feet, he hesitantly walked into the living room.
The sun had now set, with the stars and moon beginning to peek into the clear sky.
His mind kept circling back to the creatures words. What had she meant by he’d learn his lesson? He didn’t feel any different, he actually felt fine. So—
Zabari gasped, quickly putting a paw up to the glass window.
The hair that grew from the top of his head, all the way to the end of his back was beginning to fall out. He swallowed hard, a gut feeling telling him there was more to come besides hair loss.
Much more.



He cried out suddenly, falling to his knees as a sharp pain engulfed his entire body.
His spine and skull were without warning grinding and cracking, it was as if they would soon burst away through his flesh at any moment, probably killing him instantly. But instead, the excruciating agony he was experiencing worsened, every tortuously long moment wishing to die.


CRACK!

Grabbing for the nearest couch for something to hold on to, he screamed. Making a move to touch the top of his head, a breath sucked back into his lungs a second later at what his paws touched. He quickly rushed to the mirror, pausing, before turning on the lamp light.
There, on his head, was purple bone protruding in between his eyes; snaking all the way down his back and tail that now felt extremely heavy. His dark gray body was now completely covered with crude white markings.



He haphazardly clicked the light off in fright, scared to even look at himself. More bone violently cracked and scraped across his face, causing him to fall onto the cold tile floor in pain.
What had he done?
“This must be a dream,” he murmured, his breath shaking fiercely, barely able to speak. Head leaning against the hard ground, no longer willing to move; his whole body and being aching to the bone. “None of this is real,” he whispered sleepily, giving into the sudden, overwhelming tiredness consuming him.
Headlights briefly illuminated him before moving off, alerting him to who was most likely Shianna.
Mustering the strength to move off into the shadows where she couldn’t see his hideous appearance, he waited for her to come in.
The seconds felt like hours until Shianna finally opened the front door.
“Urgh, Zabari! You could’ve at least turned a light on,” Shianna groaned, reaching out her hands to find a light switch.
“Wait!” Zabari hastily exclaimed, causing his mate to jump.
“You scared me, Zabari . . . where are you?” She asked in a slightly creeped out tone, continuing in her search for a light of some sort.
He sighed, his breathing still quivering from shock and fright.
“Please—don’t turn on the light.” He begged, his voice now low and shameful.
Shianna seemed to pause, pondering if she should take his advice.
“Honey . . . what did you do?” She questioned, concern and dread in her words.
Taking a deep breath in to calm himself, he replied slowly, “I—I saw the men coming, so I thought, well . . .” his voice trailed off, figuring she would know what he had done.
There was another pause.
“You did it without me?!” Shianna responded angrily, “Of all the—!” She huffed, making all sorts of motions with her hands as she flailed her arms about.
A split second later Shianna had found the light switch and flipped it on, instantly stopping what she was doing when she saw him; her paws flying up to her mouth.
“Shi—” Zabari began quickly, coming to a stand and taking a few steps towards her.
She wasn’t having it, shaking her head and backing away in shock and confusion.
“It’s still me!” He promised in exasperation, stepping closer.
“You’re not my mate—you’re a monster,” she remarked coldly, visibly clenching her teeth together.
He stopped. “How could you say that,” Zabari murmured, taken aback a little.
Shianna said nothing, content at just making sure he didn’t get too close.
“I . . . I did this all for you,” he added in the same tone, downcasting his eyes as they focused on the peculiar markings covering his arms.
“For me?” Shianna blurted in a baffled, almost condescending voice.
He raised his head at her words; they felt almost as bad as what he had just went through—and could still feel.
“You never cared about anyone but yourself,” she continued, lifting an unconvinced eyebrow. “You did it for you, and no one else.”
“That’s not true! You’re the one that wanted to do the spell in the first place,”
“Details, details . . . none of it matters anymore—the fact remains you did the spell without me even there.”
He looked away in anger, a sudden question popping into his head. “Did you ever love me?”
“No.”
The simple word rolled off her tongue with ease. The book was gone, so he couldn’t blame it on that.
“How can you say that?” He asked, genuinely curious about her response.
Shianna rolled her eyes. “Lets face it. I can be as honest as I please, because you’re ruined!”
Zabari’s eyes welled up with tears, he could barely take anymore of this torture; hadn’t he gone through enough already?
“For real, though . . .” Shianna’s voice trailed off, placing one of her hands on her hip. “You really think I’d stay with you when you look like that,”
Pinning his ears back at her stinging speech, his paws balled into fists; digging into his palms.
Shianna let out a giggle, “imagine what the kids would look like? Little demons . . .”
Zabari let out a sudden growl, pushing her roughly against the wall.
“You’re the real monster, not me!” He snarled furiously, his eyes slitting with rage.
Coughing, her pupils widened with fear. “You coward—” she spat, sucking in a breath as her legs unexpectedly gave way and she fell to the floor.
He gasped, quickly letting go of her in bewilderment. His anger gone in an instant and replaced with confusion.
“You think I’m a monster, eh?” She snapped in an unstable tone, as if she was out of breath, staring up at him spitefully. “Then what’d you just do to me?!”
Glancing down at his paws, he took a disoriented step back, his gaze falling on some fresh flowers in a vase.
“Well?” She questioned, slowly getting to her feet once more.
He ignored her, walking over to the vase and placing one of his paws on a flower.
Within seconds the beautiful flower began to curl, turning a deathly brown and shriveling up.
“Dear God,” he murmured under his breath, jerking his paw away.
“You could’ve killed me!” Shianna cried out in alarm, glaring at the now dead flower.
Whirling back to face her, he didn’t know what to say. He really could have killed her—just with a touch.
“I—I’m sorry,” he began, his voice trembling and his expression bleak with hopelessness. Before he could hurt anyone else, he swiftly ran past her, swinging open the ornate mansion door and stumbling off the porch half-mindedly, looking down at the grass around him as it began to die. “I am a monster,” he whispered in despair, sprinting into the nearby woods before someone else could see his horror of an appearance.
Dodging blackberry bushes and tripping over unsuspecting tree roots, Zabari ran deeper and deeper into the forest, with no real sense of where he was going. He paused, his feet digging into the dirt in a halt; only now realizing he had no shoes on, but that didn’t matter now.
There was one last thing he had to do before he left.
Before long, he had arrived at his destination. Quickly making his way into the barn, he peeked into Halima’s stall.
“Halima?” He whispered unsurely, tiptoeing into the stall.
The Flit sturred, Zabari could just barely see him with help from the moonlit night. Halima stood, staring down at him as he let out a yawn.
He didn’t say another word. Instead, walked out of the barn, knowing the Flit would follow him.
Once they were both out of the structure, Zabari made sure to keep his distance from Halima.
The Flit look puzzled, outstretching his neck to get a better look at him, but wasn’t frightened.
“You can go now, my friend,” he said softly, a faint, sad smile coming across his tired face. “You’re free.”
Halima tilted his head, taking a step closer to Zabari as he began to gently whine.
Zabari nervously stepped back, putting a hand up for him to stop.
“It’s clear to me now, Halima . . .” his voice trailed off, sighing a little. “One of the servants did let you go, didn’t they?” he continued, his gaze meeting with the Flit. “But you didn’t leave. Because—you knew I might come back,”
Halima lowered his head, turning his neck to gaze at the dark woods.
“No more waiting,” Zabari said sternly, straightening his posture. “It’s time for you to go.” Swallowing hard, he watched as Halima glanced towards him, then back at the forest multiple times.
Halima whined in uncertainty, taking a step in the direction of the woods, only to come back to Zabari.
“Go!” He exclaimed in the most commanding voice his could muster, waving his paws in the air.
Halima paused, pinning his ears back before taking a few haphazard steps backwards, before trotting into the trees and soon was completely out of sight.
He stood there, the night nothing but a painfully lonely silence once Halima had gone. Breathing in some of the cool, fresh night air, he resisted the sting in the back of his eyes. Hastily wheeling away in an attempt to gather himself, Zabari started walking aimlessly once more.
Where he was going, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wouldn’t be staying here, in a place where so many others knew him—where he would most likely end up hurting others. He’d have to travel somewhere far, far away, and who knows, he surely didn’t—maybe he’d never stop. Never stop moving, never be able to simply touch someone, or there would be serious consequences that he was not prepared to deal with. He didn’t want to hurt another viscet, and he’d make positive that he wouldn’t; no matter the price.
He would just have to live with what he had done, and could never take back, for the rest of his days . . .
Forever.

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Hey guys! ;w; I hope you enjoyed my little story. <3 Sorry it took so long for the final chapter to come out, but as you can see.. I added a surprise to it that took a while! Art! ;D So I hope you peeps liked that coolio bonus. c:

[Ranger of the North]

Aww, poor Zabari! D: I hope he remembers the spell and can cast it on Shianna, haha, take that #####

[Winchester's Wolf]

Noooooooooo Halima and Zabari could've traveled together ;v;

[~Teya~]

Aww, poor Zabari! D: I hope he remembers the spell and can cast it on Shianna, haha, take that #####

Yeah ;c pffffffffffffffffffff, maybe but probably not XD

Noooooooooo Halima and Zabari could've traveled together ;v;

Zabari would probably accidentally kill all of Halima's grass and he'd starve lmao xDD

[Ranger of the North]

lmao xDD

That's not funny