Ghouls circling round and round

The pool of water typically glowed a deep purple, that wasn’t out of the ordinary, but what was strange was that it had seemed to intensify over the past several weeks. It was nearly neon in nature now and looking positively poisonous, so much so that it made him double check whether or not he wanted to get as close as he was. The color was alluring as well, casting a fog over his mind in a way that made his thoughts fuzzy. In the back of his mind, a voice whispered for him to take a dip. Just a little one would surely be fine, it would feel good even, it would wash away every one of his worries, it might even make him stronger. Oh, how he wanted to be stronger...he wanted to prove his worth to his father. He wanted to rub it in his face that he wasn’t worthless, he’d grind him into the dirt. He would--

Kuroki approached, his words snapping Takeshi out of his reverie and, for a moment, the Ashen Dragon just stared at his brother blinking slowly. Then, he realized what he’d been thinking and he felt horror rise in his chest. His thoughts had turned so violent so quickly. His glowing gaze turned to the water, scrambling to his paws and away from it with a growl. He looked to his brother and motioned for him to come closer to him and away from the pool, distrusting it. How had it even happened?