Wandering, Maroon to Crimson
Were was he? He couldn't tell anymore.
What did he want? Maroon craves blood, but crimson craves sanity. His gem danced between the two, the gradient was slow as it shifted from one to the other.
The glowing was sure to catch him unwanted attention, he realized. So much has happened since he first was attacked... How would he explain it all? To Chibi that he was not a monster? To the elder NiGHTS, whom he stole many ideya right from under his nose? To anyone who met his wrath along the way?
His head pounded as he was reminded of his hatred. How he hated the visitors, his other self... Chibi he could count less for, but he could only assume the child was just not ready to be as great as a nightmaren as he...
... how will he explain why he came home empty-handed, without any red ideya?
Should he even care?
Soon enough, the thoughts stopped when he reached the chambers of a currently wounded nightmaren general. Jackle...
