Wapun Meadow Don't you dare forget the sun

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It had been months, no luck.

Have faith. God, just have faith. Verax could tell himself whatever he wanted, reality was, there were no gods and if there ever were than they certainly did not care for the woes of the little guys down here, fucking up their earth. No, they were free to carve whatever festering indents they wanted into the world, free to kill and fuck and shit and die as if any of it meant anything at all.

Wretch could be resourceful. She'd be fine, she'd be fine. He didn't even know if he went in the right direction, didn't even know if he was chasing a ghost that'd be cold and decayed by now. God he'd never felt anxiety like this, clawing away at his innards, a hurt worse than any fangs could ever inflict. He was giving up.

Dog off his chain, he wanted to destroy this world and everyone in it. Serves every one of you fuckers right.

Now to find something to sink his teeth or his dick into. Take his mind off the clusterfuck that was his life.