Status Update
Animus had been admiring the town from afar for weeks on end. The forest is such a dirty and unwelcoming place, where other creatures found refuge, Animus only saw a prison. It was as though he was tr... View MoreAnimus had been admiring the town from afar for weeks on end. The forest is such a dirty and unwelcoming place, where other creatures found refuge, Animus only saw a prison. It was as though he was trapped. And oh, was he tired of it… His days consisted of foraging between the forest and the graveyard’s border. Somedays he even ventured to patrol the pathways that lead into town, but he never approached.
Well, with a spell like the one he was bound to, he should’ve been able to pass unnoticed among the crowd. It’s not as if they could tell that he’s missing something. No, but that was never the issue. What is there in town for him? The answer is quite simple: there is nothing there for him, nothing at all!
And why go there, then? He’d only crave the warmth of a roof above his head, he’d only crave the food and drink that the townsfolk share among themselves. Everything costs, and he’s got nothing to his name. There is no place for someone like that in town. Animus paced in rounds around his favorite mausoleum. He’d only crave the company, the conversations, and familiar eyes looking at him, and to think that he used to despise them. But, well, as a social creature it is only natural to miss companionship.
Animus might be walking, he might be breathing, his heart may be beating. But he’s not alive. He died long ago, and in the land of the living there is nothing for him. Nothing at all.
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