self inflicted his perdition

The cold liquid dripped from a split colored muzzle, the soaked fur there pressed down to the pink skin beneath. His whole body was matched, making the once pristine and hellish prince look quite pathetic. He looked sluggishly toward maeva, his homemade coat and, disturbingly so, only companion. But she was essentially a mobile home. A security blanket. Someone who would listen endlessly and only occasionally talk back. He enjoyed her. His frame, though still riddled with obvious signs of malnutrition, was shaking ravagely. The poppies he had ate were not agreeing with him, and he could tell he was beginning to show signs of hallucination.

A wicked grin crept upon his thin lips, showing a row of well-kept carnivorous teeth. From the mouth of a deer not far off within the valley, a slim covered thing resembling a snake but not quite crawled toward him. Yes, crawled with a row of at least twenty clawed feet on short legs. Jaeger was unmoved, though clearly insane as he simply grinned that pure smirk. The creature dived toward him, mouth agape and ready to tear into the bag of bones of which he was. But instead of fulfilling it's intent, it dove deep into the sandy shore of the river with a nasty snarl. Kjekt å treffe deg, Skogsrå.