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10-31-2021, 04:04 PM
Tyrian was having a time. That day he touched the crystal with Hanako he'd thought she got the bad end of the stick since the worst he had to deal with was a little freaky mind screaming. He'd thought he'd gotten off easy. Been convinced of it, even. And then the crystals started to grow. He had patches of them. A pair sat tall in front of his ears like menacing little devil horns; their low, bark-like bases stretching from the insides of his ears almost to his eyebrows. It got worse. Trailing from the inner corner of each eye like tear marks were similar bark-like patches of crystals. Both sets oozes glowing blue gunk from where he'd picked at them. He felt like shit and he looked like it too. Worst still was that he was restless. He found he couldn't sleep for all the worrying he was doing. Everything was a mess. His wolves, his sheep, himself. For a bit he'd vowed to stay in pack lands and rally the troops, but quite quickly Tyrian had realized he couldn't stick with it. He found himself wandering into rogue lands often, just like he was doing now. Currently he was wandering down one of the sheep trails that crisscrossed the Orchard. He had no destination in mind; no plan of action; he was simply wandering. "" |
