Lion Head Mesa i hunt the wilderness in myself

Desperation clung to his words, despite what he calmness he tried to portrait. It was a mess,and he knew he was, too. Words flew from him, out and naked before the stranger, hope even sprinkled lightly amongst the needing plead.

"Something? Anything? A cocktail of herbs, a prayer, some ritual, a head on collision, I just need something that will work, to happen. I don't know his triggers, his motives, nothing other to destroy, maim, hurt, fornicate, involve any and everything that deserves better into a spew of chaos and disaster. I just need help to stop him."

In truth, the half and half colored boy didn't actually know, but rumors were a thing, and he appreciated any help that could rid him of this brother of his, a disease that ravaged and roamed free to his heart's content. Too many times had he near died because of his brother, too many times had be suffered at a cruel siblings behest. Once, he woke up in an ursine's den, for crying out loud!

"If you can't, I wholeheartedly apologize for the demand, I just have to keep searching."

Emeralds were cast back down to the ground, and closed. What could anyone ever do for him? What if his brother was a permanent thing? Something he just couldn't get rid of?...