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*The mansion is far too confining right now. He has to get out, get away, 'breathe' as it were. He needs space and something...more familiar to what he's become accustomed to. Thus the Sorrow makes his way into the forest, passing among the trees in the relative silence of the place.
At some point, he stops, head tilting downward slowly. His pale yellow eyes close, his sad smile looking more forced than usual. A bloody red tear falls down his cheek, dripping from his jaw only to vanish. All around him, there is the sound, the feel, and the appearance of ran, drops of blood falling all around him just as the tear on his face*
So sad...so many sorrows...So much to take in.
*He turns his gaze upward, the hood of his field jacket sliding back. He closes his eyes again, this time as though to enjoy the rain that isn't really there*
((OOC: You know you wanna go talk to that. Or if you'd rather, message him in some fashion))
At some point, he stops, head tilting downward slowly. His pale yellow eyes close, his sad smile looking more forced than usual. A bloody red tear falls down his cheek, dripping from his jaw only to vanish. All around him, there is the sound, the feel, and the appearance of ran, drops of blood falling all around him just as the tear on his face*
So sad...so many sorrows...So much to take in.
*He turns his gaze upward, the hood of his field jacket sliding back. He closes his eyes again, this time as though to enjoy the rain that isn't really there*
((OOC: You know you wanna go talk to that. Or if you'd rather, message him in some fashion))
