07-30-2019, 05:24 PM
betrayal of your own kind was not a feeling mikolaj was foreign to. while he would rather not dwell on it as it happened decades before, it had helped warp the creature into what he was now. he could not describe exactly what that was even today, but he had learned to live with himself slowly. it was all but instinct and surviving that kept him alive. he kept himself to a strict set of rules to prevent himself from faltering.
no attachments.
do not stay in one place for longer than a year.
go hungry.
feed on the old and sick.
the last rule was why he was even in tanglewood. gradually losing himself to his hunger as if he were some newborn again. being in active civilization curbed him from making that mistake again.
keeping himself busy about the borders of tanglewood made the days go by faster. the hunger melted with the sunsets and sunrises. though, being in the area so often, it was no surprise to come upon a stranger. vathmos was just one of them today.
the creature kept a few meters behind red, watching the hyena quietly.
"SPEECH"
no attachments.
do not stay in one place for longer than a year.
go hungry.
feed on the old and sick.
the last rule was why he was even in tanglewood. gradually losing himself to his hunger as if he were some newborn again. being in active civilization curbed him from making that mistake again.
keeping himself busy about the borders of tanglewood made the days go by faster. the hunger melted with the sunsets and sunrises. though, being in the area so often, it was no surprise to come upon a stranger. vathmos was just one of them today.
the creature kept a few meters behind red, watching the hyena quietly.
"SPEECH"