In the storm where the lost souls howl

*Resin* · 04-29-2021, 11:18 PM

The grey and black fae rolled her singular eye at the mans jest. She knew damn well that it wasn't his birthday. ...Didn't she? He wouldn't have come here for that anyway. The humor died away a moment later. "You saw what I did to Tamsyn. I can't be trusted anymore." She cut right to the chase. There was no way that she would leave this cell. Others may not want her here, but she knew exactly what she was capable of. "I can't risk losing myself again with others near. If I harmed or killed on of my children..." she let the statement hang in the air. She had wanted to kill Tamsyn. She would want to kill whoever crossed her path if it happened again.

"Luta has been working on tinctures and other things to keep me calm, but it's only temporary." She hadn't spoken so much in her life, it felt like. Usually, Resin was a stoic, quiet fae. This, however, felt as though it needed to be said. It felt as though each conversation would be the last that she would have before she lost her mind entirely.

Raising one paw, the old wolf kneaded her brow as though a pain had formed, which it had. "I'm losing myself. Even now I can feel it. My mind is... thin." She didn't know how else to explain it. Like the thin membrane between a hide and the meat beneath, she felt as though her mind could tear at any moment.

"Resin"

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