dont fall in love with your dinner
Having found a tree sufficiently far enough away from his origin, Salac climbed it swiftly. There wasn’t really much to be done, but the least he could do was make sure the children didn’t see him in his final hour. His mind was fuzzy; had he asked someone to come to the village to escort them somewhere safer? Had he even contacted another adult?
He couldn’t remember.
He looked at his claws, which had started out black that morning. They were now turning fluorescent shades of pink, blue, red… He was sure that, were he to conjure a mirror, a peek within would be both alien and horrifying.
What about the children, again…?
Would they catch this, too? It was a disease for adults, after all. Was it…?
Had he even talked to Persi in a while?
Would Persi remember the children?
Salac gagged a little on the blood in his mouth; coughing it up was an unpleasant and painful experience. He hunched over, nearly lost his balance, and almost fell off his perch. He wanted to cry, but he wasn’t sure if tears or blood would flow. He cried anyway.
“Maybe I’ll be a bug next time,” he said, coughing a single laugh through the tears. He felt a sleepiness overcome him, and lay down for the last time on that branch in complete solitude.
“I’m not a reindeer, so don’t make the red nose joke, ok?”