“ isolation is the path to loneliness “ - a truffle srp for thgrp

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!!!!!!!! TW !!!!!!!! talk of d3@th, mention of ketchup you’ve been warned <3 the battle with rhiannon was interesting. the remembrance of her face, so horribly wrenched and terrified when she finally died, to how limp she went… all of a sudden. truffle had never, not once, killed anything. truffle took care of bugs, carrying them away from danger, away from the harm of cats’ paws. but the lives of bugs were minuscule in comparison to what truffle just did. he killed her. it wasn’t an accident. truffle knew in himself that telling himself it was an accident would get him absolutely nowhere. truffle killed that poor cat, in flesh and blood. he killed her, and now he knew there was nothing he wanted more than to go cry into parrot’s shoulder, confessing everything. so that’s what he intended to do. truffle felt safe leaving parrot with that lance, so the two had decided to split up, away from their little shelter. truffle had left at dawn, met rhiannon in later afternoon, and was now returning in the evening. surely parrot would be there, waiting. perhaps accompanied with a small meal . something they could easily manage. the walk only took about an hour and a half… and after the repetitive bamboo groves began to drive truffle to madness, he all of a sudden saw the small shelter he and his boyfriend called home. truffle breathed a long sigh of relief, poking his head inside, looking around. parrot had not arrived. odd. truffle secured his weapons, sat down, and waited. one hour. two. three. four. five. six. and now seven. it was well past the dead of night. parrot was still gone. truffle’s heart pounded in his ears, automatically assuming the worst. he grabbed his spiked club in a hurry, dashing through the bamboo forest in the direction parrot had gone. he ran for what was truly only an hour, but to truffle, fatigued and irrationally thinking, it had been hours upon hours of just running, trying to get somewhere. and suddenly, truffle knew exactly where that somewhere was. it was in that tuft of brilliant red fur that glistened in the slivers of moonlight that sliced though the bamboo cover. stuck against the thin blades of bamboo. truffle looked around some more, frozen to his spot, eyes wide in nothing but pure, unfiltered horror. there was more. more vibrant red tufts of fur, the fur that could only come from his one love. and there, in the middle. a puddle of ketchup ( lol ), scattered with tufts of parrot’s fur. the first thought truffle had was how grateful he was that the capitol had collected the body. he couldn’t have handled it. as proven now. truffle broke down, collapsing to the ground as his body wavered constantly with huge, gasping sobs. after an hour of this horrible, terrifying mourning of his love, truffle felt no sound was capable form his lungs. no tears from his eyes. he was simply cried out. so truffle just sat there, crawling towards a tuft of parrot’s fur, and snatching it, holding it close and staring at it constantly. so constantly that he almost didn’t notice the more subtle tufts of fur that scattered the battlegrounds where his love had taken his last breath. these fur bits were different. bluish white… odd red accents. truffle stared at these tufts of fur, silently contemplating. this was the murderer. this fur belonged to the one who took parrot from him. and now truffle felt something in his chest. a strange, horrid thirst for vengeance. it covered his sadness, his regret. it was anger… and vengeance. and it began to consume him. ——— esrp !!