Thanks again for the support. Here is some more of my story.
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Chapter 9: Justice
During his nights on the rooftop, Rook would search for more soft material to keep. He found rags and washing cloths, with the occasional towel thrown in. Even Rook couldn’t really understand why. Perhaps out of boredom, or some kind of compulsive behaviour.
When Rook went on hunts now, rare as they are, the Dark Wings would fly away from him. They were almost reluctant to attack him for some reason. Perhaps they had finally realised that Rook was a force to be reckoned with? Rook didn’t care too much. He had taken to eat more during the mealtime… his hunger seemed to grow day by day. He started to crave more meat than usual, sometimes even eating it raw. Rook found it much easier to chew the food. His canines had increased in size, only just visible outside of his mouth.
One evening that week, Flek walked over to Rook. “Hey Rook, I’m glad you did a good job recently by catching those Dark Wings. You definitely need a break, you look even paler than usual.” Rook chuckled, “I know, thanks.” Rook handed Flek something. Flek looked down to see a little metallic necklace. “What the?” Rook smiled, “I should give you something for all the help. Without you I wouldn’t have lasted as long as I have.” Flek smiled, “You really outdid yourself Rook, it even has an F shape…” Flek moved to closer to Rook and hugged him, “Thanks man.” Rook squirmed, “Yipes, too close too close!” Flek laughed, “You’re a funny guy.”
Rook smiled and walked away, a tear forming underneath the eye socket of his mask. Why was he being so emotional? Was he stressed out?
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