it aches.

The arrows piercing his back, the glass pricking the soles of his feet, his hollowed chest.

It was strange to not hear his heartbeat. Given his circumstances, it should be pounding harder than ever.

“It’s gone… it’s…” the hand that clutched his chest trembled.

His kindness was taken for granted. His body ripped apart until there was nothing left; He was a humble god, conversing with the humans as if they were friends.

He was wrong to assume they would be grateful.

The sun had set long ago, he never moved from the spot he woke up at. His pointed ears twitching at every sound.

The blood seeping from his wounds fell to the ground at a rhythmic pace, mocking his lack of a beating heart.

Perhaps it was the fact he’s been here for hours and has come across no sign of life, or maybe it was the comfort he found in the constant tapping his blood produced, but he hadn’t noticed you approach him.