Nocturne Summit this little piggy went to the liquor store

editing and archiving since praimfaya is leaving the game!

where wanheda heard whispers, the reaper heard songs. a lullaby his mother used to lull him to sleep with was playing on repeat inside his head, all while rattling around in the depths of his skull to bring about the start of an irksome headache. even with the mild pain now throbbing away inside his mind, the inky ghoul continued to laugh, the last of her words nearly gone unheard.

"home?", he asks sluggishly before mimicking her position and plopping himself down on inky haunches. "i do not have one" at least not right now he didn't. his birthplace was several moons away and had been stripped of the title as home the day he decided to leave it behind. now, home was wherever he could get a few winks in without being interrupted.

what happened after that was nothing but a blur - a warped memory lost to time. he remembers stumbling around, tripping over his own feet, and then eventually collapsing somewhere to doze off. anything else? forgotten. when he woke, he did so with a massive headache. he let out a grumble as he looked around for the pale girl, quickly realizing that he was alone. with a stretch of his stiff legs he rose, immediately heading out in search of a nearby stream for a quick drink.