how lucky am I, that I'm living through the end of times?

Raure didn't even know who he was anymore, much less where he was.

As the boy blindly stumbled around, crystals protruding from not one anymore, but both of his eyes. Even some small ones formed within his ears, deafening him only somewhat. His nostrils were filled with the ooze that drained from behind each of the crystals and his body was sore with the bruises and cuts he'd acquired from wandering around. There was one spot though that hurt particularly bad, on the side of his maw. A new scar at formed there, twisting his lip up some and baring the fang there. If only he could see it, but for now he only felt different.

He wasn't even aware others were around him anymore when he walked. He accepted what would come of him. Either his head would hit a tree, his paws would trip over a rock, or he'd stumble into some water or mud. Each step was a gamble, but he hardly cared anymore. Whatever kept him moving wasn't in his control anymore, though he noticed the change in temperature as he climbed along the cliffs. The breeze here was stronger, and the air was cooling as his altitude rose... but he had no clue he was nearing a deadly fall.

"Speech."