~Shepherd~
Too much blood, scattered body parts. Desperate cries for freedom. People whipping out and crying horrid tears as though it would do something to make my brothers stop the slaughter. Unfortunately for them, we we're on a mission.
This is usually where I would be excited. After years on earth, killing and feeding on the unfortunate bastards who crossed my path, this has become my thing. My source of happiness.
Yet it upset me. Made me want to just drop and empty my mind. How can someone be both happy and miserable? I live being back here. It's home.
It was home. Not it's a tired memory of Noelle's absence. I think Lynx is feeling it even more. She's been quiet. We hardly see her, but when we do, she's quiet and refusing to talk. She won't even eat sometimes. She stays rooted to her room, staring at the stars.
