hazardosviolence

woop woop spooky zombo boi backstory! man I need to rework this.

He was currently stationed at the Pox Consulate. The day was young, the sun barely visible, yet again he was awake. Laying in his temporary den, he stretched. First his tail, then his legs, and his wings.. arms? He didn't care what they were called. He slowly rose.. if his commander was here he would be reprimanded for sleeping this "late" thank the warden the old man left yesterday. Usha left his den, walking along his assigned route, yet something smelt off... the smell reminded him of..? shade? He ran off of his route, fangs barred and claws ready. The closer he got to the pox structure, the stronger the smell grew.. yet it was wrong. a new scent, not of shade. A smell that could only be described as disease, as rot. The smell of death and decay filled his nostrils. Usha became dizzy, yet he kept running. Desperate to find and eliminate the source of the oddities, to fulfill his duty. Then it attacked. Teeth suck into his throat, hitting him from behind. He began to lose consciousness, screeching as he was dragged towards the pox structure.. Then all was quiet.

He stretched, his tail, his hind legs, his front legs, then his Arms, and his jaw.. It felt wrong, he didn't know why. Where was he? the walls were made of ice. It made his teeth cold. Why were his teeth cold? He was then angry. he slammed against walls, bouncing off, the only thing harmed was himself. Suddenly he smelt something nearing.. Food! Then he heard it. "He's hazardous to .. around!" "I want .. see ..." "... shade makes .... violent!" "I DONT CARE!" The wall across the room from him parted, and there was someone he thought he knew.. He hissed. "Shh its okay hun mommies here.. they wont hurt you okay? ill get you out of here okay?" He ran. running for the exit, slamming into his.. food?.. moth..er? he kept running. He ran by the guards, one even said hello to him! Its so funny how food talks. He was in the woods, that's where he was supposed to be! Yes the woods! The pretty woods! he kept running.. he ran till night fall, until he couldn't anymore. He dug, he knew how to dig, he used his arms! He loved digging! Back when.. when.. he couldn't remember. He dug himself a lovely little den, falling asleep quickly. He slept until midday the next day, and he began to run again.. He didn't remember why, just how he wanted to run to the forest to his..