((IC Post)) I think...
...something inside of me broke today. I.. I'm not sure what. I spent all day in a tree, hidden from everyone that cared to walk by... my vulture on my lap...just thinking. Never before has an emptiness like this filled me and, surprisingly, I can not find the source. Try as I may to fill my mind with something else and invoke the power of my Shadow to wash 'it' away...nothing happened. Well, my Shadow did indeed come to me, faithful and strong as always, but the incessant lingering in my chest did not abate with it's arrival. It was as if the fuel for the fire had been whisked away by some force; silent and deadly. Could this be a stage of Banshee deterioration caused by not fulfilling their vengeance yet? Perhaps a form of undead inhibitor spread, unknowingly, by the Alliance. I'll have to ask the Doctor...
The crypt was quiet today for once. The peace of it there eased my thoughts but seemed only to deepen the sensation I couldn't place. I went up the stairs to the beds and found Dog-abomination asleep on the Doctor's usual bed, snoring and drooling in the most adorable fashion. Unconcerned, I crawled in behind him and draped an arm around his skeletal shoulders. His response? A snort and a fart. Aren't dogs the best?
I'm not sure how long I slept there or even when I fell asleep but I swore that I awoke to the sounds of voices and fighting. I raced to the window and looked out expecting a full out war in the yard... to find nothing. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall woman in the armor of the Scourge, turn and walk down the stairs. I called out for her to stop and identify herself but she didn't not stop. By the time I got to the stairs, they were empty but the scent of night lillys and grave dirt. I need to keep myself busy and focus, for I think I'm going mad.
I will train more tomorrow. I think the lab needs organized. I will draw up plans for a new gun. I will work on the orders in the lab. I will...
Poor Child...
The crypt was quiet today for once. The peace of it there eased my thoughts but seemed only to deepen the sensation I couldn't place. I went up the stairs to the beds and found Dog-abomination asleep on the Doctor's usual bed, snoring and drooling in the most adorable fashion. Unconcerned, I crawled in behind him and draped an arm around his skeletal shoulders. His response? A snort and a fart. Aren't dogs the best?
I'm not sure how long I slept there or even when I fell asleep but I swore that I awoke to the sounds of voices and fighting. I raced to the window and looked out expecting a full out war in the yard... to find nothing. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall woman in the armor of the Scourge, turn and walk down the stairs. I called out for her to stop and identify herself but she didn't not stop. By the time I got to the stairs, they were empty but the scent of night lillys and grave dirt. I need to keep myself busy and focus, for I think I'm going mad.
I will train more tomorrow. I think the lab needs organized. I will draw up plans for a new gun. I will work on the orders in the lab. I will...
Poor Child...