Broken Boulder [m]aftershock

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The nerves had been dulled when he’d done it, but it had hurt anyway. He still remembered how the ruby red had stained the snow, how the owl had twisted those eyes to look at him. Kassuq had just watched it back, weeping scarlet down into his ruff.

He had been far away since. Like his body was just a shambling homunculus, and he its unwilling spirit. He ate robotically, he did not speak, he just walked. He slept where he collapsed. His nose told him he was going the right way, at the very least.

He entered the wilds through a wide forest, though he did not know this, and continued going until he was in the shelter of a bracken thicket. Cold curled from his nose, lived in his chest. 

He couldn’t feel it. Numb to everything, to the pain of his healing stub of a tail, to the cracked, sore scabs on the side of his face. Nothing seemed to hurt anymore here, in this far away state where he observed himself as though he was a stranger. Nothing seemed to matter.

Kassuq sat in the shelter of the thicket, and stared blankly out into the trees.