Veletz Attacks Hobo!

[Liam5232 450]

Papers are scattered, detailing the desperate pleas of Demitri Bez, a wondering hobo, known by most for his odd, but harmless nature. The handwriting leans on the verge of illegible, but if one were to persist, they may make out a message within the scribbles...

 

Out dere by Veletz, when sun gone bye, me, Domni, hobo just driftin', lokin' for shep that don't moo. Ain't smart, didn't know town ain't sing-along; more like mezs, folks in Veletz playin' some twisted game.

 

Went to Veletz lady, smirkin', grabed gave me fake ded shep, lame friend. She laughed, best joke, mesin' with feelins, makin' me sad like a lone stick wailin' in the night.

 

Then Bluue men, strutin', fancy Bluue cloze, owns al. Made fun, in beatin', felin' like aley cats dancin' on my soul. Cuts, bruzies, seng of Veletz's cruelty kut into my skin.

 

Veletz, light in dark, sneakier mean. Showed stolen shep, big win. Town love c me down, trash blown in by wind. Veletz ain't just a town; it's a heartles creature, fedin' on the strugles of folks like me.

 

In dim Veletz lights, sat alone, fixin' wounds with whatever find. Town, warmth, ice-cold. Windy howls, fire in eyes, flamez ain't dyin'. Hurts, letdownz, getin' up guts, swearin', rise from dirt like bird, takin' back stolen zhep, resuhpekt, warmth Veletz yank from wanderin' fela.

 

Why Veletz hurt me? Why Veletz men shep? Why Veletz, playin' its wicked games with a hobo just lokin' for fun?

 

Durin' the beatin', time felt like molazes in winter. Bluue men fists, like sledgehamers on a beat-up drum, each hit throwin' a diferent kinda hurt my way. Tozed around like an old rag, soak up al the misery.

 

In the mid of the mes, a weird numbnes tok over. Nat the tough calm of a wanderer, but like I didn't have it in me to care no more. Was it survival or just realizin' Veletz out to crush more than bones?

 

When the beatin' stoped, left sprawled out on the hard ground. Town's laughter ztil ringin' in my ears, cruel reminder how they enjoyed c-in' me go down. Even with pain stabin' through, fight in me like a dim light in a real dark rom.

 

With every painful breth, muter empty werd 'bout getin' back up. Felt like tryin' to start a fare with weted wud. Bluue men might've thrown hiz worst, but fight in my eyes hanging by a thread. Veletz didn't just want flesh; it wanted to chew up whatever spirit left.

[EmiliainWonderland 2311]

Rocks-Anne witnessed this, but the creature did not care! The golem was busy escorting it's Impera when the situation occured.

[PestyWarlock 539]

Farian Malto of Norland looks down upon the missive as he remains bedridden, recovering from his previous injuries. "Ah, a... less eloquent rhyme of my encounter..." Farian folds the missive, placing it at his bedside as he lets out a sigh.

[PanicZealot 648]

"that poor Hobo"

 

[simpleglitchbro 529]

Váli Freysson Ruric shakes his head as he reads the letter "Poor hobo...we would've given him a home. As long as...Io didn't get to him first."

[ShinyB 567]

Sera reads over the missive. “This seems entirely less pressing than the other news I received today.” 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

A mass of chitin chitters out. 

"HA. Poor."