Venting... OTA
*Malachai had been quiet. He wasn't a very out-there, talkative, sociable person in the first place. But he was torn between glad he had saved himself the pain and humiliation of what he'd almost been subjected to and guilty for killing his attacker.
In his opinion, the dehydrating was worse than the drowning. Watching the victim dry out and whither, feeling it happen under the palm of his hand was the worst feeling. Skin became incredibly brittle and the like literally dried from their eyes.
But, he was trying not to wallow, or to feel sorry for himself.
He was in the gym, using the punching bag to vent his confusing emotions. The poor bag was suffering and Malachai continued to pound it harder, putting his all into each hit.
Hey, whatever worked right?*
OOC: Could Malachai please get a tag? I had to search for a previous post and I have never been more grateful for tags as I was at that time! :D PleaseAndThankYou
In his opinion, the dehydrating was worse than the drowning. Watching the victim dry out and whither, feeling it happen under the palm of his hand was the worst feeling. Skin became incredibly brittle and the like literally dried from their eyes.
But, he was trying not to wallow, or to feel sorry for himself.
He was in the gym, using the punching bag to vent his confusing emotions. The poor bag was suffering and Malachai continued to pound it harder, putting his all into each hit.
Hey, whatever worked right?*
OOC: Could Malachai please get a tag? I had to search for a previous post and I have never been more grateful for tags as I was at that time! :D PleaseAndThankYou