WC-446 - Post fail x.x Have Ouija see him and follow him to his room maybe?
Silently, he stalked his way through the caves, with only his dark thoughts to accompany him. He’d failed her and she had died, it was simple as that; if he’d done something different, been with her at the time, then maybe Selene may have lived… He could have prevented it somehow, saved her! But no, he’d failed her.
So consumed by his thoughts he wasn’t aware of those he passed, if he passed any. He’d left the darkness of the caves earlier that day to hunt for food, but aside from completing the necessary tasks to stay alive, he’d been keeping to himself in his room. Playing around with his craft to keep his mind of thoughts that haunted him; they whys, buts, ifs and maybes were constantly threatening to consume his mind. The only place he found solitude was within his room, whilst doing his craft.
Which is where he was heading to at that moment. Exiting from the common room, he entered the wide tunnel that connect all the pack’s rooms. Confidently, he stepped into the dark tunnel, having memorized the majority of the cave’s layout he was sure of himself and where he was going; which wasn’t a common occurrence for the directionally challenged Dasa.
His room was located between the common room and emergency exit, which suited him just fine. After he’d joined he’d claimed the room and had the whole side of the cave to himself, but recently others had been moving in, causing noise and annoying the hell out of him in general. These days he was never in the mood to tolerate others, he wanted to be alone.
After a while of walking in silence, he arrived by his door. Once there, he threw back the curtain that covered the entrance and then stepped in, leaving the material to fall back into place. Turning to his left, he threw himself down upon the small stool that sat by his desk and picked up an unfinished necklace he’d started the other day.
Looking at the finished body, he was pleased with that finished part; it was thick, made of white, silver and grey threads knotted and intertwined in a diagonal pattern and it clung smoothly to the fur; no uneven knots to irritate and catch things. He had been working on threading beads through it; clear ones and pearl like ones. Some connected to the main part of the necklace, some dangling, creating a layered glittering effect when put in the light.
Normally, he would work his craft to occupy his free time, now.. he needed to keep his hands occupied to stop his mind from drifting to darker thoughts.
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