Mottlefoot's Plague

by Celestial-Vapidity

As Mottlefoot lay there, bleeding, gasping, foaming at the mouth, he stared at his poor apprentice. He had done this. 'If I don't go to Hell when I die, I might go to Heaven', was his last thought, before it all went black.

2. Prologue

He was so hot. The fox could not remember or think of anything outside his own pain and fury. All he knew was that the other creatures of the forest had caused his pain, and that the only way to cure it was to kill them all. He panted as he stumbled through the marsh, foam dripping from his jaws, his eyes bloodshot and wide.

Killkillkillkill his brain told him. Mustkillnopainnopainafterdeathmustkill.

He growled as he scented a rabbit nearby. As he came upon it, he saw that its hind leg was bent at an unnatural angle. It could not run.

The fox snarled, slinging foam onto the forest floor as he sunk his jaws into the rabbit's flesh. The rabbit screamed. This was no quick kill for food. He wanted to rip the rabbit apart, cause it the same pain it, and all the other creatures, had inflicted upon him.

After several moments of tearing at the rabbit's muscles and bones, it stopped crying out, mercifully dead. The fox dropped the rabbit, leaving it where it was. He did not take a single bite. Instead he stumbled away, blood and foam on his muzzle.