Who: Tiir and
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vatheonWhere: The forest.
When: Night of Oct. 29.
Style: [please—]Status: Open!
[... In the end, he couldn't get away even in this world, could he?
Even though Tiir knows none of this is real—that man isn't real—he doesn't feel safe staying at the base. Or rather, he doesn't feel that anyone there is safe—not when he remembers what happened before, and he remembers all too well. And so, as he has a tendency to do, he escapes into the forest, leaping across the tops of the trees in hopes that he can somehow outrun this. Of course, it ultimately proves futile once he lands on the ground, as the familiar taunting resumes.
He wants so badly to ignore it, but he can't. Still, he doesn't bother looking at his hallucination, and merely responds by muttering—]I'll kill you, I'll kill you,
I'll kill you...!
[... Hence why anyone who has the misfortune of encountering him should be on guard, since he certainly is. Upon sensing the new presence, he assumes the worst and thus reacts according to instinct.
That is, with inhuman speed, he lunges in an attempt to grab their throat—] ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
