Why me?

At The Civil Meeting

Glitchs POV

As the night guard I am required to be here since I always and mist take place.of the leader as he is sick at the moment.. I cross my arms and tap my foot impatiently. "Where the hell is Tundra and Sand?" My tone is slightly irritated. "Jungle you can wait." crop replied impatiently. "if they aren't going to show then why are we here?!" Crop growls at my statement and glares at me "If they aren't here in the next five minutes then we will have permission to leave." I snarl in response and huff as I stand and wait. Five minutes later and they arw a no show so the both us leave. I track my footsteps as I start to walk back home.

My house is at the thickest hranch of the biggest tree in the jungle, but the only reason nobody else wants to live here is because the Crimson and Night howlers both seem to commonly set this as their hunting grounds. I love taking the risk since it makes people more scared of me. I'm known as the Howler Slayer in all the biomes.... Some people think Im too passive aggressive but I'm me and they're them. I prefer to be aggressive to keep people away. But apparently with some of my species it attracts the females and that's the last thing I need.

I reach the bottom of the tree trunk and grand on with my hands and feet and practically teleport of to the top since, I am a professional climber. The door to house is unlocked "strange..." I peek in and walk in silently as I look around to see nothing. "I probably forgot to lock it."

There's muddy foot prints on the floor, all hairs on my pitch black skin raise, the marks on my face give a soft glow showing my worry. The scent of Earth and freshly dewed grass fill the air. The door slams shut and the room lights up with a bright white light. Bladed chains drop from my fingers as I slid my foot back and my eyes grow wide observing my surroundings through my grey bangs.

A tundra Assassin, a Cropland assassin and a Sand assassin have come to kill me as they pulled out their weapons. My ears continue to flick. The clink of the change sends my arm wailing around, my fist cathing the sand assassin's jaw in a massive right hook. A loud crack fills the air as the assassin spit out blood and falls to the ground at the sudden blow. In that split time of the assassin falling a swung around sending chains dragging up the croplands body. Their body is sliced in half, I have yet to attack the tundra since they were.... Trembling? No... Scared... They can't be that's a sign of weakness! A flash fills the air as a sickle attached to a chain appears in my hand and I drive it through the Sands body and drag it down cutting them wide open. The sickle disappears from that hand switching to the other and I pin the Tundras body to the wall.

There's a small thump as they whit the wall and I hear a squeak? Yeah... A squeak.. come from the body of the tundra. I glare into their eyes to find them a gorgeous.... Blossoming Purple. I drag my gaze along them observing their figure. They have a female body so I'll just say she. She wore a crop top, bad choice for clothing if you ask me, shorts, even worse!, and a pair of tall boots.. okay for snow if have to say it fits. She wore an orange mask that faded to white. Two golden piercings on her brow, her hair was fluffy as hell and long too! She had a cute tail swaying back and forth impatiently, she was waiting for her on coming death. The more I held her against the wall the more I realized... She was almost all bones. I grumble and let her go. There's a sharp gasp coming from her as she tries to catch her breath but I don't give her time as I slam my door shut locking it and flicking the lights on in the process I grab her wrist and throw her on the couch.

My voice Lou and Stern, demanding too, "Stay there or lose your life." I know that's the only way I'll get her to stay so I guess I'll have to threaten her. I walk to the kitche. And make a simple beef stew and walk over to her and sit on the coffee table. She looks at me confused "Um.. what are you doing?" She spoke, her voice was like a Melody to my ears but i refused to show so I shove the site against her "Eat the damned stew or else I'll force feed ya." She took it and I noticed she was trembling slightly more now.

I stand up and walk behinf the couch where the fight had taken place and I grab yhe bodies and open the doot and throw them off my so called "porch" and walk back in. I slam the door shut letting her know i was back. I stood behind her and saw she had Neko ears. I cocked a brow up as I make sure she's eating the food. (note: Bolds are thoughts)

I'm not gonna fight somebody who is starving themself or being starved. It wouldn't feel right.

My vision becomes clear once again as I notice she's looking up at me fearfully. Before she could tske another bit she looked at the floor and spoke quietly

"Why me?"