It was such a shitty struggle.
A while has been since Zyr had excreted an enormous stool out of his butt, and it was excruciating. The place was already dark and he is in the middle of grassy nowhere, been here for moments now trying to push it all out with all his might. Beads of sweat ran down his head, and it was not even hot outside, the truth is, it was cold.
He swears he would rather fight other dark beasts in the wasteland right now. Give him anything other than this.
Just a little bit more, you are a man, he chants repeatedly inside the confines of his head, and voila, the s**t was out.
“Finally,” he lets out a deep sigh of relief. The werewolf got some leaves from the side to use as a wipe and when he was done, he stood up from where he hovered. Feeling the numbness in his
