Broken, he wandered. The boy's mind was fragmented, his thoughts scarce. He was vaguely aware of moving, but he'd long since forgotten why. All he knew was that he needed to find Esti. Every once in a while the child would pause, his goal forgotten. He'd stand listlessly, swaying slightly, until his mind would return. The one thought that kept him going would echo through his mind and he'd be off again. Esti.
The wounds on his chest were infected. The skin was red and bulging, a volcano of infection waiting to erupt. Blood and ichor stained his chest and legs, dried in some places and moist in others from the constant seepable. The boy was in a tremendous amount of pain. If he were more aware of his surroundings he would have been on the ground writhing. Instead he ambled on like a zombie, his gait pained and slow, his gaze empty and distant.
Though he was slowly moving towards her, Daegmar went unnoticed. His ears didn't hear and his eyes didn't see. He simply moved and did a poor job of turning oxygen into carbon dioxide.
"Speech"
This character is prone to acts of EXTREME violence when provoked. If this makes you uncomfortable do not thread with him.
