( @x-kenzie )
Dazed and confused, driven by a deep seeded lust for the blood he had been screaming silently inside for, a rush to see the light and feel the wind on his face, a deep burn in the pit of his stomach to rip, to pull and to stain the fresh green grass below his feet. And it was stained, stained with the fresh blood of the poor souls who didn’t see him coming, limbs scattered around the forest and yet it didn’t once stop, the rage and burning for more, more, more--- it never faltered, so much so that he didn’t even hear her as he ran bloodied hands through his hair and all over his face, his dirty and dusty clothes he’d never bothered to change from now showing a different story than the one it had when he was found.
