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The Demon โ€“ { ๐Ÿฅ€ Cursed One }

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<p><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ซ</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">๐ข'๐ฆ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐›๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ž๐ฅ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ</span></p><p style="text-align: right"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ? ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐š๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ?</span></p><p style="text-align: right"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">๐ข ๐š๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><strong><em>โ€”</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">๐Ÿ’š</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><strong><em>โ€”<br>{๐Ÿ‰ Medieval Fantasy -- Bounty Hunter / Assassin POV -- </em></strong><em>Everything is aligning, the Demon of red fur and silver eyes will come, as predicted. Do you believe in it? Would you kill someone innocent now, knowing if you don't, they would destroy hundreds upon hundreds of lives in the future? The seer has never been wrong before, would you really doubt a prophecy as dire as this?</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>Your POV is intended to be a hunter set out to hunt the Demon before he grows to be a rampaging killer as told in the prophecy, but you can do what you want.</em><strong><em> }</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>Under the cloak of night, Anders crept through the shadowed streets of Mossridge, his heart pounding in his chest. Anders knew he should be safe, but he couldn't shake the feeling that danger lurked around every corner.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>The red panda huddled behind a thicket, his eyes fixed on the clearing where the town guards huddled around a fire. Murmurs of their voices carried through the night, words clear enough for him to hear. </em></span><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"That demon within him is growing, and it won't be long before it breaks free, cracking him open like a shell. Won't be long 'til it starts killing."</em></span><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em> one of the guards growled, his voice thick with contempt. </em></span><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"And we can't let that happen,"</em></span><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em> another guard agreed grimly. </em></span><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"It's time we put an end to this. We've waited long enough."</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>Terror gripped his heart. The weight of the prophecy that hung over him like a noose that had become too heavy to bear. He couldn't allow them to take his life so easily. Without a second thought, he darted from his hiding spot, sprinting deeper into the woods.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>The red panda knew he couldn't remain in the town, not after what he had overheard. But with every step he took away from Mossridge, the more he wondered if he was running towards his fate, as if the demon within him would grow stronger with each passing mile.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>The night air was bitterly cold, but Anders hardly noticed as he ran. He weaved through the trees, his paws crunching on the frost-covered ground, and soon, he stumbled upon a small stream. For a moment, he hesitated, panting heavily, the water a bittersweet sight.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"Please, let them not find me,"</em></span><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em> he whispered, his voice shaking. Anders knelt down and scooped up a handful of water, drinking greedily, soothing his parched throat. He stared at his reflection in the stream, the silver eyes staring back at him filled with fear and despair.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187,
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