2024-07-20 - The World - The Touching - 7.1

Myrcelleth was done! Myrcelleth was sick of it.

He just wanted to be left alone!

So many people come to him, talking of their hopes and dreams and exactly how he would fit into them, how they would help make their dreams come true, and Myrcelleth hated it. Why should he care about their hopes and dreams? Why should he care to help them achieve what they want when few cared about what he wanted at all!

This meant that by the time the final boy had arrived, to say that Myrcelleth was in a foul humour would be putting it lightly. Worse still when this child touched him, dared open his mind to loving companionship when all he wanted was to get out and how Myrcelleth was the stepping stone to do so.

This was the one time Myrcelleth bit back, firm image in their mind of exactly how their growing teeth would feel on his hand, on his arm. How dare he! How dare all of them! How dare they just assume Myrcelleth will care when he has his own worries, his own life with his green siblings!

He squeezed this boy’s poor mind like a grape, flooding it with rage and how dare you - the sheer entitlement that he had to Myrcelleth’s life, to his mind, to his body. All of which he had so carefully been cultivating and working towards. This would be the last time they were touched without permission.

They imagined how the flesh would taste, how it would go down his throat like one of the hoofbeasts that Mother loved so much. They did not stop when the boy squealed and ran, projecting to the others in the room that if they dared come close to him, they would get worse than a threat of a biting.