> The bone between your jaws breaks as though all it was made of was straw. You chew thoughtfully on what remains of it, your iron jawmuscles moving indifferently. You could use a little company, but. At the same time you don’t want to talk at all, just not be alone. Just don’t be alone at all, who knows what thoughts are running your mind this time, like a herd of constantly startled bucks and antilopes through the seething savannas of Alternia. You can’t remember a time where you haven’t seen anything before your inner, third eye, where your mind’s been racing as though you where a super computer that was never given a rest at all.
Another crack fills the air around you for just a second with it’s presence, and your long, thin and reptilic tongue moves out between your lips to slither inside the bones you had just cracked open, licking up the delicious bonemark inside. Healthy, fatty nutrition for your mangy, malnurished body. You’re not malnourished because you have no choice anymore, like had been the case so many sweeps ago before the game, but after all that happened, you found yourself so different, that you couldn’t be arsed to take the relative abundance of food you’re met with now for yourself anymore. It made you feel ungrateful, but you know it wasn’t that you didn’t want it. It was that you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t do enough. You didn’t change enough.
Sometimes, you could swear you felt faint fingertips brushing your skin softly, and it made you jump in place, startled, hissing and lunging for what- or whomever was there, but each time it turned out to still be just thin air. One time you found yourself having literally wrecked the side of your hive as you had transformed into your much larger, dragonform in a fit of anger and thrauma. It made you realize that you’re dangerous, and probably should seek help, but the non-confrontational asshole you are? No, you just started playing recluse. This is who you are now. Just you and these delicious bones.
You felt like it would feel good to kill any purplebloods you come across. Just, eradicate the evil where it roots. Yes. But you would never do that in real life, of course. You’re not a monster. You’re not. You’re not. You’re n-
Just in your head. Just in your head, you will slaughter them all. Sitting here in your corner and slaughtering purplebloods and other highbloods in your head. This is selfcare.