there's a bullet in my pocket

*Tyrian* · 11-20-2021, 07:58 PM

Tyrian was unwell. The ache from the crystals that nearly covered his forehead like a horned helmet had settled deep into his bones and he couldn't help but wonder if it meant they were growing downwards as well as up. It was a nagging feeling he couldn't shake and no amount of natural stoicism could have settled his nerves entirely. Still, as alpha of Fireside he carried on. At home he didn't allow a trace of his misgivings to surface. For the good of his people he remained calm and steadfast.

There were times, however, such as this one, where he needed a break. After telling Valentine where he was going so someone would know, Tyrian had slipped out of the pack. Crossing the border had been like taking off too-tight armor. He'd felt such a sense of relief it almost made him feel guilty.

He paused to rub gently at the small column of crystal over his right eye. It had taken to throbbing suddenly and while he knew touching it would do no good resisting the urge to was like trying not to scratch an itch. Tyrian simply had to do it. He rubbed at the spot gingerly and felt a wetness spread across his toes. Without even looking he knew what had happened. The ooze. The blasted ooze. It had started up again. Fuck.

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there's a bullet in my pocket

laith

Tyrian