Neverwinter Forest Miss Misery

@Tytonidae

By now, Whip knew the nightmares would never truly end. He carried this baggage with him; unable to shake it, try as he might. Oftentimes he thought to dull his senses with substance, yet his knowledge of the local flora was non-extensive. He was not his sister. He did not have the answer to all of his mental ills in the form of some miracle powder. Yet, he pined for the substance his sister once foolishly administered.

Anything to dull the sound of splintering bone from echoing in Whip's head whenever he closed his eyes to sleep. It never stopped. He played it over and over, torturing himself on an endless loop.

He couldn't go back to the Caldera. Not like this. Not after what he did. After making it this far -- after making it all the way home -- Whip turned around after his chance (and brief) encounter with his eldest brother, deciding that he was not ready to stick around. He didn't want them to see him for what he was. What he had always feared. A monster. 

Stealing to the north west, Whip kept a solitary existance. There was an unclaimed wood in which he took refuge. It was bountiful enough to sustain him though the summer, yet quiet enough for him to be left well alone. By now, he had nearly forgotten he even had a voice.

Quiet as it was, Whip still violently thrashed awake in his dugout; eyes wide and face painted several shades of terrified.