He was backed against a wall, tears running from his eyes as he stared down the crowd in front of him. The crowd was filled with faces of those he loved and knew. Those he considered neighbors, coworkers, friends, confidants... family. They were all there staring at him, eyes glaring, their faces twisted with disgust, hatred. Their hands filled with various implements and weapons, whatever this makeshift mob could get ahold of.

His equine ears were flattened against his head as his hands sought a hole within the wall but found none. "But... but... guys!" he tried to protest. "Im the same guy! Im Atriol, Eddie, you guys have known me all my life! I mean come on..." But none moved. "Guys..."

"How could we foster a monster for so long in our midst... a demon?" one asked. "You fooled us all!"

"..No. I... Mom? Dad? Help me out here please?" he asked, turning towards the lone pair of unarmed folks.

The Mother looked towards her son with grim eyes. "We knew this day would come.. we just wanted to give you as many happy days before it did. Sorry son... you know what must happen... it must..." The Father's eyes were just as grim, as he picked up a pitchfork, and handed his wife a torch.

"This is... for the good of everyone. We never let you believe you were anything but a monster Son... and you know the fate of monsters... atrocities. It was our folly to take pity upon your soul for as long as we did and now that folly shall be rectified..."

"Oh gods..." Atriol spoke, realizing that on this day no salvation would come...

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Following the post a charrie blurb with the piccy trend. :3 Anyways, this man is named Atriol. I cant say much without spoling plots (but I so wanna buuuurst)) For now, just know that hes a good guy at heart, if ot afraid, who just had a VERY rotten start on life.