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WRITING TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD/FIGHTING
IT GETS MESSY, PROCCED WITH CAUTION

He just wanted to help… he had heard the commotion and came to see what was up hoping he could help out with whatever was going on, but he could never have imagined what horrible things he would see that fateful night . His dear friend roadkill, whom he had known most of his life,even before bonzi and aquarius,the one kit he trusted above all others, ripping and tearing into some poor kit like a wild animal, or perhaps a vendetta black, covered in purple and green that he could only assume was the poor witch kit’s blood. he tried to speak, but he could only squeak out a little,weak “Roadkill?” but he was heard loud and clear as the brightest summer day,as the massive green and black kit whipped around, blood dripping from his wild, sharp toothed maw,a look in his bright red eyes unlike anything the young folk had ever seen in his entire little life, save for a few old world horror stories bonzi talked him into reading, and snarled loud and low, rumbling like rolling thunder. Snarled like a starving predator, and he was the prey… poor crunch, he tried to run, he ran and ran as fast as his feeble little legs would carry him, diving and ducking around old game stalls, taking odd angles to throw his pursuer off, but roadkill was so much faster, so much bigger than him, he had nowhere he could go without him right on his tail.eventually, he found himself running upon a dead end, an old alleyway he had never seen before.he was stuck between a wall and roadkill.he had nowhere to go. His little heart threatened to pound right out of his chest. Roadkill growled deep as he approached the cornered little white and red, spike lined kit, the duo’s bright red phylacteries of varying shades glimmering in the moonlight , and poor little crunch whimpered out, as tears formed under dark, fearful eyes, “Roadkill please, you're scaring me..” his voice cracking under fear, tears tracing rivers through his pale white fur, what had gotten into him? They were laughing, eating stale chips and cracking jokes on the rusty old ferris wheel someone had hotwired just a few days ago,and just yesterday they were watching fireworks with aquarius and bonzi, nothing seemed wrong with him, aside from the fact he was eating a lot more than he usually did, and his usually tired grumpiness seemed to be a touch more intense then usual, but not enough to concern him too much at the time. Then he lunged, ripping Crunch out of his thoughts. The massive folk’s sharp jagged knife-like fangs ripped bright red gashes into his body, massive, dagger-like sharpened claws tearing mercilessly through his weak little body like wet tissue paper. The young kit tried to fight back, but his efforts were in vain, roadkill is so much stronger, so much bigger. He screamed out in pure, mind numbing agony, his ear-piercing cries for mercy, help, anything echoing throughout the entire fairground of the forgotten district, yet fell upon deaf ears as bright crimson red spilled across the old pathway, pooling in the grass, and running deadly rivers through his fur and on the ground and splatters of cherry red blood coated the walls, shimmering bright like liquid rubies in the light of this beautiful night as roadkill continued his bloody feast on his dearest friend. He would need a miracle to live through this one. Thankfully, he might just get that. Not so fortunate for whoever the poor unfortunate kit roadkill just turned to look at is. The distraction gave crunch the perfect opportunity to break free of roadkill’s grip, he scrambled to his feet, trying to ignore the burning pain shooting through his body as he limped away, and even though he’s not typically a religious type, he was thanking whatever god had blessed him with this opportunity to escape, and live another day. His breathing was weak and shaky , and he barely had the strength to hold himself up, but he was alive. He ignored the growling and screams at the edge of his senses, his steps leaving a red trail behind him, before his vision started to blur, it felt like everything was spinning, and he collapsed in the grass by an old popcorn stand, crimson pooling around him, as a certain pair of blue and purple kits were coming into the area, looking for their friend, whom they hadn’t seen in a while….
trauma time go brrrr, this is a collab between me and Bluzai ! blu did the color and shading, i did the bg and lineart!
acorns/:11/130
those of you who noticed crunch's collar is missing, it fell off during the chase.

Description
WRITING TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD/FIGHTING
IT GETS MESSY, PROCCED WITH CAUTION

He just wanted to help… he had heard the commotion and came to see what was up hoping he could help out with whatever was going on, but he could never have imagined what horrible things he would see that fateful night . His dear friend roadkill, whom he had known most of his life,even before bonzi and aquarius,the one kit he trusted above all others, ripping and tearing into some poor kit like a wild animal, or perhaps a vendetta black, covered in purple and green that he could only assume was the poor witch kit’s blood. he tried to speak, but he could only squeak out a little,weak “Roadkill?” but he was heard loud and clear as the brightest summer day,as the massive green and black kit whipped around, blood dripping from his wild, sharp toothed maw,a look in his bright red eyes unlike anything the young folk had ever seen in his entire little life, save for a few old world horror stories bonzi talked him into reading, and snarled loud and low, rumbling like rolling thunder. Snarled like a starving predator, and he was the prey… poor crunch, he tried to run, he ran and ran as fast as his feeble little legs would carry him, diving and ducking around old game stalls, taking odd angles to throw his pursuer off, but roadkill was so much faster, so much bigger than him, he had nowhere he could go without him right on his tail.eventually, he found himself running upon a dead end, an old alleyway he had never seen before.he was stuck between a wall and roadkill.he had nowhere to go. His little heart threatened to pound right out of his chest. Roadkill growled deep as he approached the cornered little white and red, spike lined kit, the duo’s bright red phylacteries of varying shades glimmering in the moonlight , and poor little crunch whimpered out, as tears formed under dark, fearful eyes, “Roadkill please, you're scaring me..” his voice cracking under fear, tears tracing rivers through his pale white fur, what had gotten into him? They were laughing, eating stale chips and cracking jokes on the rusty old ferris wheel someone had hotwired just a few days ago,and just yesterday they were watching fireworks with aquarius and bonzi, nothing seemed wrong with him, aside from the fact he was eating a lot more than he usually did, and his usually tired grumpiness seemed to be a touch more intense then usual, but not enough to concern him too much at the time. Then he lunged, ripping Crunch out of his thoughts. The massive folk’s sharp jagged knife-like fangs ripped bright red gashes into his body, massive, dagger-like sharpened claws tearing mercilessly through his weak little body like wet tissue paper. The young kit tried to fight back, but his efforts were in vain, roadkill is so much stronger, so much bigger. He screamed out in pure, mind numbing agony, his ear-piercing cries for mercy, help, anything echoing throughout the entire fairground of the forgotten district, yet fell upon deaf ears as bright crimson red spilled across the old pathway, pooling in the grass, and running deadly rivers through his fur and on the ground and splatters of cherry red blood coated the walls, shimmering bright like liquid rubies in the light of this beautiful night as roadkill continued his bloody feast on his dearest friend. He would need a miracle to live through this one. Thankfully, he might just get that. Not so fortunate for whoever the poor unfortunate kit roadkill just turned to look at is. The distraction gave crunch the perfect opportunity to break free of roadkill’s grip, he scrambled to his feet, trying to ignore the burning pain shooting through his body as he limped away, and even though he’s not typically a religious type, he was thanking whatever god had blessed him with this opportunity to escape, and live another day. His breathing was weak and shaky , and he barely had the strength to hold himself up, but he was alive. He ignored the growling and screams at the edge of his senses, his steps leaving a red trail behind him, before his vision started to blur, it felt like everything was spinning, and he collapsed in the grass by an old popcorn stand, crimson pooling around him, as a certain pair of blue and purple kits were coming into the area, looking for their friend, whom they hadn’t seen in a while….
trauma time go brrrr, this is a collab between me and Bluzai ! blu did the color and shading, i did the bg and lineart!
acorns/:11/130
those of you who noticed crunch's collar is missing, it fell off during the chase.