Shattering Humanity-Chapter 359: A New Despair
"O believers! Indeed, many rabbis and monks consume people’s wealth wrongfully and hinder others from the Way of Allah. Give good news of a painful torment to those who hoard gold and silver and do not spend it in Allah’s cause.
The Day will come when their treasure will be heated up in the Fire of Hell, and their foreheads, sides, and backs branded with it. It will be said to them, This is the treasure you hoarded for yourselves. Now taste what you hoarded!
Indeed, the number of months ordained by Allah is twelve—in Allah’s Record since the day He created the heavens and the earth—of which four are sacred. That is the Right Way. So do not wrong one another during these months. And fight the polytheists together as they fight together against you. And know that Allah is with those mindful of Him.
Reallocating the sanctity of these months is an increase in disbelief, by which the disbelievers are led far astray. They adjust the sanctity one year and uphold it in another, only to maintain the number of months sanctified by Allah, violating the very months Allah has made sacred. Their evil deeds have been made appealing to them. And Allah does not guide the disbelieving people. -At-Tawbah 9:34-37
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[Mostly Recap Chapter But New Content At The End]
For the first time an audible noise, a depressed sigh, comes from the shadow of the hood, under the sharp teeth of the dead polar bear.
Without any acknowledgment towards the new following companion, the person in the archaeopteris cloak continues walking the frozen tundra.
The only footprints left behind are the small bean toed indents made by the "shadowing" new partner/pet.
[South Pole, Current Day]
Without any footprints left behind but leaving the crunching sound of snow under their feet, the cloaked escapee wearing the polar bear pelt, walks by the confused animal.
Not paying much attention, ignoring the relocated fox, little distance is gained before the savior stops.
Behind them, following the mysterious biped, is the friendly fox. He is sitting down in the snow, waiting for the leader to make a move. The creature’s cute poofy tail swaying back and forth.
Without any acknowledgment towards the new following companion, the person in the archaeopteris cloak continues walking the frozen tundra.
The only footprints left behind are the small bean toed indents made by the "shadowing" new partner/pet.
A beautiful dark night sky is lit up by the red and pink Aurora Australis.
Complimentary SeiõrSnow falls all around as the mysterious individual covered in a cloak with archaeopteris tree patterns. Also having a polar bear pelt draped over their hood wearing head.
Lightly prancing and following behind the confusing being, is the same artic fox that had been transported from the North Pole after being saved from another cloaked, but shady figure.
The little fox is seemingly playful with the unknown individual now that it is feeling more comfortable and safe. The little fella hops on to a snow bank and then bounces off the walking "bear", back on the tall pile of snow next to the water.
The cute fox steps next to the edge of the water and watches a small iceberg follow a larger one through the freezing waters.
Unknowing to the small out of place creature, something is coming up from the water, with the vulnerable fox in it’s sights.
Before the leopard seal can snatch the little white fox by the head, a left hand snatches the small creature by the back of the neck and a right hand goes through the head of the poor leopard seal just trying to get some food.
The right hand comes back, exiting through the head with a squish, and the lifeless body of the dead creature floats to the bottom of the cold ocean.
Being held by the scruff of it’s neck, like a Mama would to it’s babies, the confused artic fox dangles in the air.
It is carefully placed back down on it’s four paws and the person in the archaeopteris cloak begins to walk away.
Once again, the saved little foxy struts behind it’s savior until both of them stop.
Cherry Blossom Cloak: "That animal... It’s sick isn’t it."
From behind the two wanderers, the voice of a male and a female but from the same throat, comes from the shadows of the hood.
Cherry Blossom Cloak: "That’s why you are giving it a safety net until it’s inevitably, are you not?
Why do you believe you are doing this?
What purpose does it serve you to continuously save this creature you can’t even procreate with?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Without an answer, the archaeopteris cloak and winter white fox begin to slowly walk away.
Once again, there is a sudden wave of snow that appears to attack the retreating pair, but as the wall crashes down, nothing comes up.
The DæMon in the Cherry Blossom Cloak releases yet another snicker while standing alone.
Cherry Blossom Cloak: "She’s not one of us, yet she is...
Interesting...
Soooo erotically interesting..."
[Darién Gap Jungle, Panama Current Day]
SeiõrSnow falls even in the hot, humid jungles of Columbia/Panama.
Now completely out of place, in the open, within the most dangerous jungle in the world, the Arctic fox is in the bright green luscious jungle.
The sounds and sights are so foreign to the wild animal, they frighten him. He seeks refuge under the cloak to the one animal that has saved him on multiple occasions now.
The cute individual shivers and shakes as it peeks out from underneath the cloak.
Two soft hands grab the scared little guy, one still stained with blood, and adds a new color to the little white and black swirl tailed fox.
The two hands place the creature on top of the pelted bear’s skull and the fox takes a minute to find it’s most comfortable spot and lays, paws out, until it’s napping on the head of the "polar bear" wading through the inhospitable jungle.
The squawking of birds and howling of monkeys echoes throughout the neverending sea of green...
On The Southern Ocean]
All over the world, SeiõrSnow continues to fall, even over the calm open waters closest to Australia.
As the early rising sun is barely peeking over the blue horizon, soft, wet footsteps can be heard.
Wearing their archaeopteris tree patterned cloak, and still having their polar bear pelt draped over their fully covered head, but a few red, brown, and green stains from the mysterious individual’s time in the jungle.
Riding on the head of the unknown wanderer, is the little artic fox, sleeping.
It too has a few stains on it’s white fur coat, but it’s black swirly tail sways back and forth.
The sleep-aid of soothing waves make the cute creature’s fluffy ears flick.
Using Seiõr on their bare feet, the cloaked individual kicks the small approaching waves, barely gets the bottom fringe of the cloak wet.
As the "ride" comes to a stop, the tiny, fluffy, sleeper/rider wakes up for a moment, yawns, and curls right back to sleep on the head of the traveler.
Meanwhile, the entire reason to for the stoppage, goes unknown to the fox.
In the short distance, about 50 yards away, also standing on the ocean, is a cloaked figure.
The individual in the archaeopteris cloak waits as the DæMon with bare white oak trees also calmly struts on top of the large liquid surface.
Taking their time, the sun rising behind them, it is almost like a wild west scene, but on the open waters.
Once the still unknown DæMon gets 10 yards away, she stops.
Above the waves, sleeping Arctic fox and the two cloaked water walkers, is a migrating Osprey hawk.
Immediately it spots the completely vulnerable and seemingly defensless, out of place Reynard. It’s adorable stomach rises and falls.
The dangerous hunter swoops down and aims it’s sharp claws directly at the tiny animal.
However, before the Osprey can make it’s catch, the unsuspecting bird has been caught itself.
A fist passes right through it’s set of talons and into the body, making the hawk explode into feathers.
The archaeopteris tree patterned cloak is obviously the culprit.
A speck of blood flies on the coat of the sleeping fox, but the only reaction from the stained being is an ear flick.
The archaeopteris cloaked individual has the snapped neck of the dead bird in their clutches.
Everything seeming fine with both the fox and it’s savior, the mysterious cloak looks back over to their "opponent".
Kneeling down, seemingly out of breath, is the individual bare oak tree patterned cloak.
Suddenly, from the dark shadows of the hooded, kneeling, heavy breathing individual, and cough of blood falls into the water beneath them. Distilling into the ocean below.
The bare tree cloaked individual looks back up, and the archaeopteris cloaked, bear pelt wearing, fox saver has vanished yet again, somewhere into the world.
