such a cruel world we l i v e in {open

small, timid steps carried the even smaller fox, quiet bounds and cautious hops; evasive, yes, that was the word! he always walked like this; he was terrified of this world, he really was. he didn't know how to explain it, not really. the world was cruel though, and he seemed like a target. it seemed to stick obstacles in pestilence's way, obstacles far to tall for him to jump over. it was just a cruel place, it was! nothing would ever change his mind. he hated the world, yet feared what might come after it.

his pelt collected bramble and dirt as he slipped under branches and bushes, dodging harm. no one could possibly catch him, right? he was so small and nimble... he was sneaky, too! yes, he was, he was! a small smile played on the foxes lips, his eyes narrowed and straigh ahead. yes, never look back... no, maybe he should look back, should he run faster? pestilence glanced back for a brief second, and saw it was clear.

the glen was a pretty place, yeah it was. it was so green, so full of life. maybe, someday, pestilence could be like that? it seemed like he was a vessel for pessimism. most of the time, he could only see the flaws. he hated it, too... he hated that every thought in his head often reflected the negative. but he couldn't help him. the world was, after all, a cruel place.