Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5543592-20150317032046

(Night.)

Perdix wandered the corridors. He was terribly conflicted. Part of him wanted to go through with becoming a lycanthrope. It was part of Valkyrie's culture. They couldn't be together without it. Yet the other half wanted to get the fuck out of here. This wasn't him. But he'd gone to far to turn back now. And he knew that if he left Valkyrie, that it would leave a void in his life.

So instead he moped. Like the child I am  He wished he'd had a better father. Someone who had been tough on him, told him to be a man, someone Perdix could've respected. Instead, he had the biggest dirtbag possible. Hell, Perdix was pretty sure he was dead. It didn't matter. He'd been dead to Perdix for a longer time.

So now the Gray Fox paced the hallways wondering what to do, eventually ending up in the barracks and, in a fit of rage, punching his hand through a window pane. He immediately regretted the action. Not only did he feel guilty, because someone was going to have to fix that, there were also little shards of glass impaled in the back of his hand and knuckles.

"Ow... ow... ow..." He murmured as he plucked them out, one by one.