Neverwinter Forest I'm an accelerant, baby

Just gonna tidy this up since she's ancient <3
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Jackalope gawked at Miriam over his swollen muzzle with an incredulous gaze as he was informed that he'd fallen into the water, and had hit his head. In part, it was the truth- he had hit his head, and had been knocked unconscious- but it was all the boy's fault. He cast an angry gaze toward the kid whose shocked features looked perfectly guilty to Jackalope, though he was doing his best to play the innocent bystander who'd heroically saved Jackalope's life. Just another sign that this kid was nothing more than a psychopath, as Jackalope had previously concluded.

So disgusted was he with the youth's false sincerity, and confused as well (had he fallen in? Or was that just a false memory? What had really happened? The fact that the kid's act was actually making him doubt himself rattled Jackalope, who hissed and seethed at the boy as he came near, and he withdrew from the both of them. “Screw off, the both of ya,” He warned, and though his head throbbed, he was in no mood to suffer the forgery of empathy from the cruel child, or the matronly care from the moondust female, and he stalked off into the woods to nurse his wounds on his own.