Neverwinter Forest you don't wanna be seen rollin' in my bar

a miasma of emotions battle it out within kivaluk, using his heart and lungs and throat as a battle ground. it can't be real, he thinks over and over like a mantra trying to beat back the strange monstrosity of things stirring to live.

but it smelled more real the closer kivaluk came and —

there he was, like a ghost of kivaluk's past!

solid and real and devouring a rabbit.

papa? it wrenches itself from his lips; quieted and pitiful. kivaluk hates how it sounds: as if he is the small boy he was when kigipigak left. instead of a man nearly two years old.