Jude's Literatures
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This fic contains depictions of graphic oc death, blood, body horror, loss, trauma, pain, and blood!
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The hybrid froze, seeing a familiar piece of yellow sweater material snagged on a patch of bramble. A hand reached out, grabbing the piece of material. It was faintly smeared with a crimson substance. He stared at it, just internally hoping it's berries or jam, since he knows Noah loves eating both, especially on toast.
The way it was oxidizing brown however, proved it was most likely blood, the thought of which made bile rise up into the Jude's throat. Panic was starting to make a faint tunnel vision come in, his heart starting to race. He frantically clawed and tore vines and brambles out of his way, making way deeper into the garden, ignoring the faint sting of the thorns on the brambles cutting his palms and fingers.