Eran Quoan O.
This was unacceptable for Eran, who still had a pure heart, was very angry at that beast. The normally shy Eran, who never showed his real justice sense to anybody, was red because of anger. He still had fear too, but the anger managed to make his fear go away. He climbed down the tree. With a pouting face, he tramped angrily to the direction of the beast. He saw him to be very full, had a somekind of a smirk on his face that wanted to mess around more with Erans anger and so he fasten his steps.
He noticed his behaviors was a bit strange. What does he do there? Was he... then he spotted the chains on his feets and felt a joy in his heart. Now, it wouldn't be easy for him to escape him. He would easily... what? What was he going to do? Kill that beast? Eran stood still all of the sudden. Thinking. What was he about to do? Killing?
Eran would never do something like that, although it was against a killing beast. He was too pure hearted for such a murderous thought. What did he expect to do? Make him, that beast, hear him out and learn from that? He couldn't be! His thoughts was interrupted by a horrid cry in that beasts direction, what made him shake through all the parts of his body. He was scared. He looked up carefully and glanced at the direction where the horrid cry came from...
But then he saw the unbelievable: That beast turned to be a scrawny boy with black hair and pale skin! It was shocking for him. Eran never met shapeshifters and was, for a couple of second, very speechless. A boy? Such a frail boy is that beast? "T-That's..." He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to react. He doesn't know anything.
Slowly, very slowly he stepped forward and had a complete different view of the situation now. That boy looked... pitful. Although he was covered with blood, what very much came from that kid he killed, but still, he had such an... innocent face that Eran couldn't believe that the beast was actually him. He squat down beside him and carefully touch his neck, wanting to check, if he is dead... or not.
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