10-08-2018, 10:21 PM
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innortis knew loss- knew what caused it- had been the cause for it for many of his old home's enemies. it was not... not intentinonal, but he had to eat, didn't he? food was food, unless it was just another sentient- someone who had a family- someone to love- someone to miss them and-
innortis trys not to think about it too much, because if he does he'll disolve into a pile of regret and that thing inside him will spite him even more. He is weak and his knees shake with the imications of just what he has to do to survive- he didn't never asked to live eating someone else- something sentient- the only saving grace was that he onl had to eat about once a month- if any more he might've- might've he doesn't honnestly know, starve?
Watching th family reunight- seemingly after something that made them seperate is... awkward. Because his own family was strained at best- a group of loners that hunger - the hunger for the same species- didn't help. He never had much of a strong family bond with anyone in his bloodline- and still blames his father mostly for whatever genes made him a ghoul.
He stopped, a little bit away, eyes wide and ears down in a frightened- over nervouse stance that wasn't uncommon for him- but maybe so since he himself was new. It took a moment for him to apprach closer, decideing he was already here- couldn't just leave really. and sat down by the father- or the snow-bounder anyway. Offering a kind smile towards the stranger.
"Is there anything i can do for you? Maybe a warm drink or.. something to eat?"
innortis trys not to think about it too much, because if he does he'll disolve into a pile of regret and that thing inside him will spite him even more. He is weak and his knees shake with the imications of just what he has to do to survive- he didn't never asked to live eating someone else- something sentient- the only saving grace was that he onl had to eat about once a month- if any more he might've- might've he doesn't honnestly know, starve?
Watching th family reunight- seemingly after something that made them seperate is... awkward. Because his own family was strained at best- a group of loners that hunger - the hunger for the same species- didn't help. He never had much of a strong family bond with anyone in his bloodline- and still blames his father mostly for whatever genes made him a ghoul.
He stopped, a little bit away, eyes wide and ears down in a frightened- over nervouse stance that wasn't uncommon for him- but maybe so since he himself was new. It took a moment for him to apprach closer, decideing he was already here- couldn't just leave really. and sat down by the father- or the snow-bounder anyway. Offering a kind smile towards the stranger.
"Is there anything i can do for you? Maybe a warm drink or.. something to eat?"
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I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO