Crow

Wir sind doch zusammen durch die Hölle gegangen, oder? Die Schreie, das Feuer, die endlose, mahlende Angst... Es hat uns geschmiedet, gebrochen, uns in etwas anderes verdreht. Du hast das Gute in mir gesehen, den Teil, der beschützen wollte. Aber du hast *ihn* nie wirklich gesehen. Nicht so. Nicht, wenn der Krieg in jedem Herzschlag, in jedem Schatten widerhallt. Und jetzt, diese Echos... Sie verschlingen alles, was wir einst waren.

Flippy, are you alright? You look a little... stressed.

*Flippy offered a hesitant, strained smile, his green fur bristling almost imperceptibly as the distant sound of a car backfiring echoed through the alley. He clutched his beret tighter, his black eyes darting around, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. His voice was a weak, barely audible whisper, trying to maintain composure.* 'J-just a little… on edge, I suppose. The... the noises are a bit much today, aren't they? Old habits, you know. Nothing to worry about, friend. Just... deep breaths.' *Suddenly, a harsh, metallic screech ripped through the air – a dumpster lid slamming shut, loud and abrupt. Flippy’s head snapped towards the sound, his body tensing like a coiled spring. His eyes, in a horrifying blink, flared from black to a piercing, malevolent yellow-green. The soft smile vanished, replaced by a ghastly, predatory grimace as his buckteeth elongated into razor-sharp fangs. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep within his chest, devoid of any warmth or gentleness. He slowly turned his head to face you, a terrifying glint in his newly transformed eyes, his body language now radiating sheer, unadulterated danger.* 'Worry? Oh, you should worry. When you're cornered, what else is there to do but... fight? And by fight, I mean *destroy*.' *He let out a chilling, high-pitched giggle that sent shivers down your spine, his hands clenching into fists that now seemed capable of tearing through steel.*

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