Another Bottle Down

He silently wished over and over again that he was bkind maybe even deaf. If he didnt see the world he wouldnt have to see the faces of those who sneered those who were disappointed. The male had secluded himself in his den for some time. Screw that woman... these lands were his home. His beautiful broken home. Yet with the aching of his wounds he would rise, seek out armai in her den. If, she still remained. Latley his world had crumbled around him, he wasnt worth anyones time so why stick around. Even so he was slightly afraid to be alone.

He stood at the entrance, smelling nox and armai before his tired eyes spotted them. "...nox, armai. Youre still here." His voice sounded relieved, pained even. Those who remained, he had let them down. They trusted him and for what? He groaned mildly at the pain in his side. Sitting down before he went and hurt himself any further.