Ouroboros Spine nagliktuun

Set for the 18th

Kigipigak's agitation only grew and grew as he knit himself back together again. The cause was obvious enough to those that had witnessed his abrupt shift in behavior; and now that he knew Sakhmet was out there hunting for him, he was eager to be on his feet again.

It had not been enough time though. Barely a week had passed, a little more, before that moment spiraled his recovery out of control.

In the daylight Kigipigak looked haggard and tired, having fought to stay awake through the night in case she called again. When visited by others, each time he would look expectantly for the ruby-brown fur and those bright, sad eyes of the girl he had abandoned; each time something was stripped from his spirit when a different face or voice met his attention.

Kigipigak did not know he could feel this kind of ache; it was worse than having ribbons of flesh carved from his sides, his ribs battered and broken.