self inflicted his perdition

Emotions he hadn't felt in almost a year erupted into his veins, poisoning his blood and cracking his high into pieces. Before him the river upon the woman's back rolled and slapped between her ears, but within minutes it all slipped down her sides and quivered at her feet. The words she spoke did not reach his clouded mind, only fell amount the trees around them. Then she morphed. She twitched and convulsed, distorted and shimmered until her figure started to match one all too familiar...

The cimmerian baron's rage could be matched by no one. Not even odin himself could have conjured something so powerful. His blood boiled, his stomach felt as if it were clawing at his ribs. Even the decaying deer corpse he wore had crawled beneath a rock to hide. He shook uncontrollably, his tongue sloppily wetting his cracked lips with an overly abundant amount of saliva; the excess dripping onto an onyx toe. And then his voice boomed from a tight throat, Ich will ihn zurück! looked Loki dead in the eye, his mouth agape in a terrible sneer. He had taken the form of his beloved kaprasius, or so in his drugged mind he had. And after so long of ignoring the fact that he had lost him, no. That the gods had taken him, it had all finally caught up to him. And he couldn't handle it. ICH WILL IHN ZURUCK! Something wet slid over his cheeks, and suddenly he couldn't hold himself up anymore. Suddenly all his rage vanished, and he felt nothing but guilt and heart ache. He opened his cobalt and dead eye, which he hadn't realized had closed, to gaze longingly at the feet of his long lost brother. But he knew it was only the mischievous god of his lore. He knew he'd never get him back, not even a real glance or a real whisper of his voice. Du nahmst...