Shadewood Paranoid

All welcome, but perhaps Gabriele? <3

Vorilye was still healing; the smaller injuries were now all scabs, nearly fully healed, but very itchy. He scratched one, with perhaps a bit more force than he meant to. The sab came off, and with it, fresh blood. "Fuck me," he grumbled, letting out a low sigh. He rose then, deciding that he'd be better off moving. He'd not met any of the other occupants of the shadewood, save for @Gabriele. He wondered whether he might find the boy now, to apologize.

Then, a low, sneering voice crooned within his mind, "Hah! Vorilye Cruor, apologizing? What have you become? You aren't even worthy of your name..." It was Vex, there could be no mistake. It was as if he could feel her eyes on him, even now, and, paranoid, he whirled about, as if he expected to see her looming out through the darkness.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Vorilye muttered, "Shit. That's not good." What was becoming of him?