Ravensblood Forest you be talkin hella tough on twitter, pull the fuck up

ive given up on thread titles lmao sorry @Damien & @Nocturnal

 

He roams to nowhere in particular, though he feels the familiar itch of undisposed bloodlust in every step he takes onward. Vaati has needed to reign himself in since aligning himself with Rusalka... for the time being. If not for the fleeting bouts of sex and sparring he does not doubt his limit would have been reached long ago. Truly, the blame could only be placed on him for creating a habit that was so inconvenient to fulfil - like an addict without the means to continue their self-destructive tendencies though they yearned for it so intensely. In that sense, he internally willed for his time in Blackfeather to return for at least then, he could once again live as an individual blissfully ignorant of how he would pay for the price of his actions. Unknowingly, he lopes straight in the direction of figures from his past, people whom he owed and abandoned and who would call upon him to speak for his crimes. Had he known, not even he would ever know if he would have chosen to turn around. Perhaps he simply wanted the last remnants of Blackfeather to burn, and its proprietors alongside it - perhaps he wanted them to know it. Or, maybe not. It was difficult to say what blood truly meant to him anymore when it was blood that had caused him the more pain than his scars had.