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Let me out! You bastard... You don't have control over me! LET ME OUT! The man woke up sweating in the middle of the night, strung out by the voices that screamed within his head. It's just a dream... He told himself between troubled breaths, and shaking the sweat droplets from his forehead he got up. A walk would clear his mind.
The forest had become a mixture of the darkest shades of night and the purest whites of snow. Still pretty creepy. And the cold of winter made it feel a lot more like hone to the northerner, but he wasn't at peace. Too many things crossed the young warrior's head, starting with the fact that Meldresi was paunchy after just a couple weeks of... Fooling around with Bane. There was no doubt she was pregnant, her scent screamed puppies, and the thought of being a father wasn't a placid one for the pale beast. But why hadn't Meldresi talked about it with him? Were they even his?
The thoughts distracted the young Epsilon from where he was going, and when he came back to the real world he was standing in one of the many entrances of the caves. A creek ran through it, deep into the darkness of it, but besides the rushing sound of the water there was nothing else, silence reigned the night as it always did. Not a helpful thing when you don't want to think.