Minty Fresh Breath

It hadn't been long since he and Sedna fought the cougar here in the woods. The slash marks across his face were still pretty fresh, though scabbed over and starting to itch. Although he knew better, he couldn't help from scratching at them and inadvertently removing the scabs as his rear paw clawed at his cheek. It also didn't help that other things clouded his mind and thoughts, allowing him to zone out from the clawing and scratching he was doing. Thinking about Deathbelle had nearly driven him crazy that he was trying to displace his feelings onto others, like Sedna. She was young and a good companion, but he couldn't help but think of her as a rebound. She was attractive and kind, but he still had deep feelings for the former Ashen Empress. There was no way he could just drop that like it meant nothing to him, when in reality, it meant everything.

And there went the scratching again. If he knew any better, he'd say it was the stress and anxiety causing the obsessive scratching, egged on only by the itchy scabs that pulled and tugged at his skin. He'd chosen not to go see Iolaire or any of the other healers within the Armada, or anyone else really, so they wouldn't see him visibly upset over something they may or may not understand. Especially Iolaire or any of the Fatalis children. There was no way he was ready to explain what had him so upset.

"Speech!"

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