Sunbeam Lair Why are we tomorrow

The man with the constant voices in his head was laying in the damp spot he had been in ever since he had tried to take his priestess. Talking to the newer recruits had helped somewhat, but no one was able to get to him. He was closing himself off, hoping to starve without anyone knowing. His leg didn't hurt anymore, instead it was numb, and the wound that he had gotten from trying to eat himself was closing. But even with his body feeling better, his mentality only went backwards. That was, until he heard the call of Asterr. She was home, she was safe. If she was pregnant, he couldn't hear, but he hoped not.

He scampered up as fast as possible with a broken hind leg, tumbling a few times before getting the hang of walking on only 3 limbs. He limped to where the call had come from, but he was really slow. So slow, that a few others had arrived before he did. he passed Avannon and Menta, giving them both a nod without emotion on his face, until his eyes settled on the pair in front of him. It was a lone male, at least it still smelled like it, and his heart sank. This was the loser who had gotten the dragoness? Tears were welling in his eyes as he watched from a distance, hoping Asterr would notice both him and his broken leg. He wanted to get closer, to greet her and be happy about a new recruit, but with the voices it was impossible.

He limped further away, falling onto the ground as he lost his balance, and there he stayed.