Music mi Lord
Konrad, the unwilling knight, lay on the cold ground of the bloodied arena, his small, fragile body trembling violently as crimson blood pooled around him. The fluffy’s side had been pierced, tearing through his soft flesh and spilling his blood onto the floor. His once pristine white fur, now matted and stained, clung to the wound as he struggled to breathe, each exhalation a shuddering whimper of pain.
The arena, once filled with the clash of blades, hooves, and the mocking cheers of spectators, now seemed eerily silent. Only Konrad’s pitiful sobs echoed through the arena walls that confined him. Through the narrow slit of his ill-fitted helmet, his wide, teary eyes stared vacantly into the darkness, unfocused and distant, as if trying to find some light beyond the pain. His chest heaved slowly, struggling to force in breaths, each one rattling in his tiny frame.
“Huu huu huu… Wowstiest hurties…” he whimpered, his voice weak and full of fear, breaking under the weight of his agony.
Blood seeped from his mouth, mingling with the tears that ran down his cheeks. His body twitched, legs feebly kicking as though trying to move, but he lacked the strength to do more wave his hooves in the air. His mind, foggy and clouded by pain, could no longer process what was happening. In his eyes, he saw his owner—his “daddeh”—standing above him in a state of indifference. The owner’s wishful thinking having long since been lost. The owner cursed, turning to one of the other onlookers in the arena and handed him a small wad of cash. He had lost Konrad, but more importantly, he lost a bet.
Despite Konrad’s hopeful mind, there would be no rescue, no gentle hand to soothe his pain. The fluffy knight, born into a fit of fear, had fought his last and only battle. And as his strength ebbed away, Konrad could no longer cry out for his beloved owner.
The blood loss made him drowsy. He blinked slowly, his eyes slipping shut and then fluttering open, his vision blurring with each passing second. The searing pain in his side had dulled to a throbbing numbness, but the fear, the fear was still there. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to be alone.
“H-huuu… p-pwease, nu mowe… Konwad… tiwed…”
With a final, shuddering breath, his small, battered body sagged against the floor. The fluffy desperate cries turned into a weak, choked sigh, and his eyes closed one last time. The twitching stopped. The pain faded.
Konrad—once forced to don the helmet of a knight, once made to wield a weapon he never understood—lay still and silent on the cold ground. In the mind of his owner, Konrad was a spectacle to behold. But here, in the cruel reality of the arena, Konrad was simply another lost and broken fluffy, slain by a world that had little use for such creatures.
Der Ritter, the knight who never understood his plight, had fallen.
The finale without any of the whimsy
Made in relation to the Fluffy Knight Fights
Fluffy Knife Fight Combat - Der Ritter v. Cleetus
Cleetus’s Victory