Sleeping Dragon Voices in [M]y head keep screaming

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He didn't expect to hear wailng outside of the mountain, yet there it was. The volcano and it's inhabitants remained sleeping while he took the gingerly crunchful trek around the perimeter to find any food or useful materials for medicines and such around. There was a nice piece of forest that fringed the mountain, but he almost felt it wasn't enough. Perhaps he chose the wrong place for them? Guilt began to eat at him, but he swallowed it to find whoever the hell was crying and losing their shit in this little bit of homestead he tried to make with the rest of his family. The Divine of Torment knew well enough that it couldn't have been @Krynn who was doing this moaning, and it didn't seem to be @Novae or even @Alula by the sound of it. He idly wished it was @Hum, but that was more for the selfish reason of hoping she'd just be here. It clearly wasn't @Earp, and damn sure wasn't one of the others that he hadn't come across, because she wasn't a Sahira. Or atleast, from the sounds of her delusions and cries, he hoped she wasn't a Sahira; it was already hard enough to deal with Alula's bipolar ass. If he had to shepherd another crazy, he'd be alot less understanding of how his own fucking reality was meant to work. But hell, would it be any different, really?"Aye, you alright?" he asked the clearly not-alright chick idiotically. "Whats the problem?" He walked up, looking around for what should have been a shituation, but it was just her. By herself. Cowering from nothing. Or was there something out there? 

PAranOid.