NOT YOUR FAULT & private! gathering food.

[cavalrychoir]

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He didn't need to eat. Discovering that didn't take him long nor was he very surprised when he realized this. After everything he's seen and been through, nothing really surprised him anymore. Blood no longer fazed him. Stifled sobs and teary eyes no longer made him hesitate. Pleas and begs fell upon deaf ears, screams and shrieks following suit. He wished he wasn't like this: being numb to so many horrendous things. But it wasn't like he could help it. This was his life. This was all he knew. Now, after slaughtering dozens of creatures - for what? Revenge? He is a vengeful individual, he knew that much. Perhaps for protection? Who was he protecting? Himself? Others? - he wandered, trying to start over. Cavalrychoir knew he did many terrible things and he tried to make amends by ending the vicious cycle that was his tribe. Their teachings became second nature to him and he found himself struggling to fight against it. It was as if he was learning to walk again. The only similarity between back then and now is no one was there to help him when he fell over. No one was there to dust him off or pick him back up. Where he grew up, if someone fell and were unable to stand once more, they were left for dead- unless of course, you were lucky enough to be born of special members. Then you were given a number a chances. Should you use them all up, you would be left behind just the same.

His once brilliant blue gaze were a dull red. They say the eyes are a window to the soul and if that were the case, one would see a broken man. A man with no purpose. A man with no sense of self. A man who would fall dead if he could. He didn't deserve to be alive anyways. After the countless sins he committed. The crimes against nature he watched happen though said nothing. What made him any different from his tribe? Just because he realized what he's done was wrong, killing them doesn't make up for the past. Feeling remorse for his actions doesn't bring back the individuals who died under his paws. The demon was lost, to put it bluntly. It was funny how fearful he grew now that he knows he could protect others with the same strength he used to bring harm to many. Who's to say he wouldn't slip back into his old malicious ways once more? Now that he knew there was more to the world than bringing harm to another, could he really trust himself to stay on the right path knowing what he's capable of? As large of a brute the lynx was, he was scared; mostly of himself. He needed to be shackled somewhere isolated from the world. He needed no water or food, sleep and using the restroom were no longer necessary as well. Unless he was killed by an outside source, Cav could live forever. He'd spend decades alone with his thoughts and though he may go mad, people would be safe. He had ponders many times on how he killed the entirety of his tribe, removing their teachings. But have they truly disappeared if he still roamed? Distancing himself from others was sure to solve this problem. Perhaps it was a selfish thought, locking himself away. Running from his problems instead of facing them head-on. But could you blame him? He have been told all his life there is only one way to go about things and that's with violence. Now, he's been made aware that violence isn't the only way to solve things and most of the time, it's more effective.

Cav wasn't sure how long he had been wandering. He's been keeping an eye on the sunrises though stopped keeping track around the fourth rise. His sleep schedule was odd as well, deciding randomly he would stop somewhere and close his eyes to pass the time. Lost in his own thoughts as always, the large creature hadn't noticed the decrease in sunlight as he drew nearer to Tanglewood. It was only when he just barely noticed a brief flash of pink fur did he stop in his tracks. Dull red eyes hardened as he extended his claws. Mouth slightly parted, he lowered his body and began to stalk after the strange creature. He suppose a light snack wouldn't be too bad right about now. Body pressed to the ground, permanent snake-like pupils noticed movement through the bushes and with slight movement, the trained killer was able to see bits and pieces of the pink creature through his hiding spot. Licking his lips, Cav waited another moment before lunging with a loud growl before immediately stopping when his front paws touched the ground. w-what was this? Flower petals floated and danced in the air around him, some landing on his scar-ridden frame. Curious. There were no flowers around so where--

Dreary dark red eyes landed on Delilah seconds later and he felt his expression morphed from a capable predator to a deer caught in headlights. Blinking quickly, he turned his head to look elsewhere as he murmured. "Oh. Sorry." If this was back then, he wouldn't kill her. Chances are, he'd grow annoyed and would have harmed her somehow. The thought alone made him shiver. he didn't want to think about that and instead focused on the shouting he was probably going to get.

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