☼ There once was a cat bathed in gold. He was surrounded by the whispering ghosts of his ancestors and his beloved family, finding love and friendship in the most gruesome of places. There they lived in a graveyard of their own minds. There they tainted their thoughts with irrationality due to the customs they knew from youth. However there was no suffering; they lived surrendered to false prophets that promised them protection and madness.
But it all fell apart. Lotus disappeared and without someone to guide them all chaos ensued. The spirits angered by the disorder, took revenge on Fenrir by taking his beloved. Without Osiris he truly was nothing. His darker half, his shadow, his dear with a crown made of bones was lost... and so was Fenrir's heart. In shambles was all he had ever known and lost was his paws. He wandered the outstretches of the grove and into territories he never had the courage to explore... And in these foreign lands came the attack.
He did not have long to react to the shuffling behind him. In moments there was cats tearing down his large form, taking advantage of his hunger deprived state and ripping him to pieces. It took him all he could to shake them off and run into the unknown, blood gushing from his throat and the stub of where his tail used to be. He was blinded by scarlet before long, dripping into his eyes from his torn ear, having to stop to collect himself. He was badly shaken and could barely catch his breathe. The cat bathed in gold was scuffed and stained.
But here was where he found comfort. The scent of familiar alighted his eyes and sparked hope in his chest. Like a moth to a flame he followed it blindly, walking till he could no longer, and passing out in what his mind dully realized would be his final resting place.
// sorry this is so long lmAO,,,, also RUS!