Devil's Lies

Raoul went for an afternoon stroll at the forest. Glancing at the living beings, the beautiful flowers and trees that surrounds the scenery, the warm and fresh air,Oh! he must be careful of bears too! Bears are exceptionally scary.He didn't have a weapon of self defense. He just hope his stick would do the trick.

He took a little walk, for some reason, the animals seems to ignore him, or probably running away from him. Was it his scent ? Ah~ He couldn't care less. He wanted to sing, but flashes show that if he sings, he'll be the forest's second Snow White. He didn't want that to happen.

Oh look a cocoon!He look quite happily.

Now, continuing his little walk. He actually knew what he should do, but the probabilities are thin, so he decided to have fun while at it. Training ? he would, but not in the forest. There are too many lives.

Raoul looked at his own hand. Wounded, Rotten, unable to withstand another blow if not treated. No. It can't be treated no more. He knew he'll crumble in time. The bounty hunting was a good distraction though. He heard voices calling his name. Voices, whispers, so many lies in this world. If he thought of those things seriously, he will be the one lying.

The reason why he keep his skin covered in clothing, is that it is rotten. A living flesh, he is. Sometimes it is stable, but sometimes it is not. Today is the 'not' day, funny isn't it ?

He decided to sit down.Working on his healing magic to heal himself. Healing magic ? That's not it. It wasn't healing magic. It was a seal.

He gasped for air. This is taking longer than he thought.


If his predictions are correct, he will fall asleep...

...

right...


.... about...


now.