❝Wither Rose❞ : by me 

“Ever heard of a black rose? Maybe a rose tamer. Ah yes.. I am that..yet… I'm not.  I'm supposed to be a flamekeeper… but..a shadow.. Yet I possess god-like power, and am able to sprout wings.  I'm some hybrid freak. It hurts. My new power. I have thorny vines and black roses sprout from my body. I give off venomous tears and saliva. My eyes are orange, yet..sometimes I'm told they give off soulless stares with no hope or life glittering in. I  mean, after the fall of the last of us,.. I can see why..” hunter mumbles as he stares at the two ruby eyes in the dark. They were listening intently, waiting for more. He didn't have anything to say, so he turns away and continues washing the floors. He was on all fours with a washcloth and a bucket of water and cleaning solution. His master liked his house tidy, so he was quick about cleaning. He especially felt nervous as he was being watched. His master steps closer, and knocks the bucket over with his foot, the water splashing out of the bucket. Hunter gasps and flinches, looking at the floor. He wasn't allowed to look his master in the eyes, which was fine with him. ‘Clean this fucking mess up..” he snarls. Hunter nods and whispers,” Yes nightmare.” and gets to work.