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The black scale-clad tiefling wandered through the Viridale. Each step a carefully placed, his black-dyed elven boots barely disturbing the twigs and fallen leaves on the damp soil. He had been wandering aimlessly for a few hours now, having lost track of where he was headed long ago.
Or perhaps he was heading exactly where he had been for the past few days -- Nowhere. It was killing him. He was light-headed, dizzy. The trees began to spiral about him and all he could think about was how much he wanted to feel awake again.
Defeated, he falls against a tree, allowing his back to slide down the rough bark until he is brought to a sitting position. The tiefling murmurs to himself, but it is all drowned out by the soft evening showers pouring through the forest.
"I might find comfort within the emptiness? Peace? Solace?" He lets his legs slide out against the leaves, rolling his head to its side against the bark. "Pitiful."
"What kind of existence is this apathetic bullshit everyone keeps encouraging me to live?" A vivid image of a strikingly beautiful elf runs through the tieflings mind; Elusa. "Especially her. I need it, devils below me, I can't fight the urge any more. They give me no cure, no alternative. They don't understand, won't understand, can't understand."
It had been beckoning him for so long, his blood, demanding him to take; power, riches, lives, flesh -- Especially flesh. Even if it meant lying and cheating, or using force to get. Denying it for so long, it made him feel so tired. So unmotivated to continue, he only ever felt like sleeping anymore.
Still, the thought of it was enough to send pleasant shivers up the tiefling's spine. He bet the Gods could taste how bad he wanted it.
"What's the point in being alive if you don't live? How can so many people watch the world around them and only involve themselves with themself? They can do anything, be anything, and yet they decide to be nothing -- To live like tieflings, when they could be so much more." The tiefling, unmotivated to find a better place, lifts off his light scale armor and drops it to the side.
He looked down to his chest, covered in ill-repaired wounds. Crude stichings, old bandages, noting how most of the wounds were becoming infected.
"Whatever," the tiefling hissed, letting the bark rake his bare back as he slid down it some more before continuing, "I've got to feed this desire. I don't want to live this apathetic, pathetic, existence. I'm not even living for myself anymore, because I can't even be happy with simply being alive. That settles it. I'll die living, instead of living dead."
Or perhaps he was heading exactly where he had been for the past few days -- Nowhere. It was killing him. He was light-headed, dizzy. The trees began to spiral about him and all he could think about was how much he wanted to feel awake again.
Defeated, he falls against a tree, allowing his back to slide down the rough bark until he is brought to a sitting position. The tiefling murmurs to himself, but it is all drowned out by the soft evening showers pouring through the forest.
"I might find comfort within the emptiness? Peace? Solace?" He lets his legs slide out against the leaves, rolling his head to its side against the bark. "Pitiful."
"What kind of existence is this apathetic bullshit everyone keeps encouraging me to live?" A vivid image of a strikingly beautiful elf runs through the tieflings mind; Elusa. "Especially her. I need it, devils below me, I can't fight the urge any more. They give me no cure, no alternative. They don't understand, won't understand, can't understand."
It had been beckoning him for so long, his blood, demanding him to take; power, riches, lives, flesh -- Especially flesh. Even if it meant lying and cheating, or using force to get. Denying it for so long, it made him feel so tired. So unmotivated to continue, he only ever felt like sleeping anymore.
Still, the thought of it was enough to send pleasant shivers up the tiefling's spine. He bet the Gods could taste how bad he wanted it.
"What's the point in being alive if you don't live? How can so many people watch the world around them and only involve themselves with themself? They can do anything, be anything, and yet they decide to be nothing -- To live like tieflings, when they could be so much more." The tiefling, unmotivated to find a better place, lifts off his light scale armor and drops it to the side.
He looked down to his chest, covered in ill-repaired wounds. Crude stichings, old bandages, noting how most of the wounds were becoming infected.
"Whatever," the tiefling hissed, letting the bark rake his bare back as he slid down it some more before continuing, "I've got to feed this desire. I don't want to live this apathetic, pathetic, existence. I'm not even living for myself anymore, because I can't even be happy with simply being alive. That settles it. I'll die living, instead of living dead."