The Beast's consciousness seemed to fade back bringing with it some very foggy memories. Forcing himself to focus, and lifting his head, he glanced at his surroundings. He was in a cabin, and not just any cabin, the Woodsman's cabin.
"The Woodsman…" The Beast whispered in a sore voice. His rage bubbling within him but rapidly diminishing with fatigue. He collapsed his head on the ground and laid there in muteness. His mind gradually causing paranoia to creep within him. The Woodsman would return… and he would surely end him. The Beast couldn't help but begin to panic at the thought of dying. He couldn't die yet! The coward in him wanted to run and hide. With his anxiety mounting, he perceived the darkness in room increasing and becoming wicked. He was isolated in the dark… dying. He was going to die alone. That thought astonishingly troubled him. He didn't think to die alone would have alarmed him this much, but he did formerly plan on living endlessly. He would be disgusted to admit this new found fear to any living creature… but he was undeniably frightened. It seemed like he had been lying there for hours, and the room appeared to be growing more frigid as time continued on. His eyes began to sting as he started to cry, delirious from blood loss, /div
"I don't want to die…" The Beast blubbered out while he was crying. Lying on the cold floor in his own pool of blood mixed with tears the Beast deliberately was making claw marks through the floor.
At that very instant the Woodsman opened the front door, letting a flurry of wind enter the room. The Woodsman set the fired wood on the floor and, with his ax still in hand, went to check on the Beast. Pure shock ran through his veins at what he saw The Beast did calm down from his rage but was now just a crying mess. The Beast looked up at the Woodsman with large tear-filled eyes and saw his cutting ax in hand, which made the Beast cry even more and recoil in fear,/div
"Pl-please… Woodsman… I don't want to die," the Woodsman gently put his ax off to the side and raised his hands in a gesture to show he was not a threat. Slowly, he began to approach the Beast,
"Beast… listen it's alright," The Woodsman stooped down next to the Beast, the Beast compulsorily tried to thrust himself as far away from the Woodsman as possible. The Woodsman placed a hand onto the creature. He could feel the Beast trembling from his tears and the softness of his fur. Trying to keep his actions slow he removed his backpack from his back, and carefully he pulled out a roll of linen cloth. He got up again and briskly walked to the kitchen. The Beast was too delusional to really pay any attention to what the Woodsman was doing. Why would it matter? The Woodsman would kill him anyway… right?
The Beast heard the Woodsman return and felt him kneeling next to him. The Beast stopped trying to shove the Woodsman away, he was far too exhausted, and only laid there. Woodsman took the opportunity to quickly work on the Beast's injuries. Silence fell on them both as the Woodsman worked.