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He climbs. Dimitri has never been a good climber. Though he has long legs and a light frame, he’s never been good at this. It would be easier if he had more muscle, if he wasn’t so light. The creature hadn’t had a good meal in days if not weeks. He wouldn’t eat. He wouldn’t eat well. A field mouse or a squirrel when there was a rumble in his stomach hardly qualified as a good meal. He would only eat when he was starving, famished, fit to drop. Maybe it was the whole losing will to live thing. Maybe not. That was awfully dramatic, come to think for it.
He was done being a drama queen. He was done vying for attention from anyone. If anyone wanted him, they could come and find him. If anyone even noticed he was gone… less than likely. He was no longer instrumental. Sure, he’d been marked “worthy” of being a demon, but what did that even mean now? Nothing. It was just a stupid title in another stupid game. He was done playing stupid games. Hell, he was sick of hurting too but that never stopped him. It could have at least been physical pain.
Instead it was his emotions driving him out of his head. It was those emotions that pushed him up the crags, up far enough where he could jump and not survive the fall. Maybe that was what comforted him. His lungs burned and muscles ached from the climb, skin quivering as he finally collapsed on a hard stone ledge. It was belly down, laying, looking out over the world. Maybe this would be his kingdom. Maybe he could rule an empty land, keeping anyone who wanted in, out. Maybe he didn’t have the energy for that either. Maybe he would sit up here on his cold stone throne and watch. That seemed more likely.
He’d just watch.
DiMiTRi
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