home is where the ooze is
alarr
10-31-2021, 06:14 PM
Against his better judgement Tyrian had been picking at his crystals. He knew it would hurt and he knew he would gain nothing from it, and he did it anyway. It was like promising not to scratch an itch - it only made it itchier! Because of his scratching Tyrian now had winding trails of glowing goo leaking from the crystals under each ear and eye. He was frustrated and miserable, and yes, still picking if he accidentally let his mind wander. Right now he was headed towards the barn where he hoped to hide away for a bit. He didn't know how he could be of much use to anyone at the moment and he just needed a recharge. Tyrian wouldn't allow himself to become lax in his duties just yet. He didn't know if what he had was fatal, but even if he was staring down the barrel of a gun, he was going to go down swinging. Just not today. Today...he needed...fuck he had no idea what he needed. A break, maybe. Just a small one. "" |
