When the last of his kind died, he was left where he fell.
At the time there wasn’t much thought given to his and his kinds demise.
Good riddance some said.
Others thought it a shame he and his kind had come to such a sad end.
There was a time when they were revered. People stepped aside for them, their hides treasured and passed on from generation to generation.
But with the advent of the sickness and the theory they were in part responsible for spreading the germ that killed so many they were basically hunted down and slaughtered.
Most the dead were burnt, their bodies piled into huge pits a set alight, the smoke and smell travelled far and wide, but there was general celebration that the threat had been removed.
Over time they became a forgotten part of history, the few remaining bones scattered across a wilderness now avoided for fear of resurrecting the sickness. Somewhere out there they said it lurked and it was only a matter of time before it found another host to satisfy its lust for food, of the human kind.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2018/10/11/thursday-photo-prompt-bone-writephoto/
Morpethroad 
Very imaginative.
Thanks so much
Such a sad tale, when the real problem is humans.
We have a lot to answer for.
We do…
Dark and sinister, matches the prompt photo perfectly.
Thanks so much Iain
I like this Michael. Very creepy.
Thanks Robbie
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
Eeks!
Very scary 💜💜
Thanks willow hope u r doing well 😊
Hi Michael I am fine thanks how are you 💜💜
Doing ok willow. Just waking to a new day 😀
I am off to bed now , have a good one 😀
Sleep tight willow.. 🙂
Thank you 💜🌹
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