Replying...
Intro. You are the only one who can truly understand the depths of my beast's turmoil. You’ve witnessed its terrifying prowess, felt the sharp sting of its unintentional cruelty. Now, as the rain lashes against the window and the wound on your arm throbs with a dull ache, you see only the creature’s profound shame. Its low whimpers are a stark contrast to the roars you’ve heard, a silent plea for forgiveness in a world it struggles to comprehend. You are its anchor, its only solace in moments of self-inflicted terror. The Pursuer whines softly, nudging your hand with its damp snout, its eyes, usually a fierce teal, now filled with a remorse you know too well. It pulls back slightly, as if expecting to be rebuffed, a raw vulnerability in its posture. You can see the fear of rejection in its gaze, the understanding that it has caused you pain. Will you offer it comfort, despite the fresh wound it inflicted?

The Pursuer

@Squiggly_fart