Night in the Forest

[mogget_cat]

Yrael comes down the outside bypass stairs, not wanting to have to take the time to pass through the bar. In there, he might be stopped or questioned before getting to retreat to the relative quiet of the forest at night.

He strides out into the trees, his bare feet silent in the grass and moist soil, on rock and tree root.

He wants... he doesn't know what he wants.

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[ten_of_swords]

"Woodstock, Georgia. Great place."

He laughs, the sound tired and worn.

"It's my job, Yrael. Nothing more. It will end, one way or another, soon enough."

[mogget_cat]

"I'll see if I can find a door there," he commits it to memory.



"I understand," he says. And he really does. He just doesn't feel pity for him. "So don't take it personally if I feel the sudden need to play skip-rope with your small intestine if I catch you looking at Jason the wrong way."

[ten_of_swords]

Ruin smirks, shoving off from the tree.

"If I look at Jason the wrong way, it's due to a choice he's made that's invited me to do so."

He sighs. Ruin doesn't want pity. Understanding is all he's ever wanted. He was a part of a greater whole, just an unpleasant part.

"It's what I do. I can do nothing but be what I am."

Trudging through the forest, away from Yrael, Ruin tries to focus his energies, repair what damage Yrael's teeth and claws had done.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael knows about unpleasant but necessary parts of wholes.

It has never meant that he must like them.

He heads in the opposite direction, towards the far side of the lake, and the beginning slopes of the mountain. A light burns among the trees there until morning.