[Mature?] // Garbage.

[Nihlus]

There's holes inside of him, ones he cannot fill. Left there by his own doing no doubt (by his useless wanderings, by his constant complaining, by the distance he placed between himself and his family). Holes that, as time wore on, stopped being fashionable and began to tug at his skin in an uncomfortable way until it began to tear.

Imagine, a boy torn to shreds by loneliness.

It doesn't show in the usual way, though - he is not shy or sad. But his demeanor is still one of interest. Cloaked in the the shadows of the trees, his figure is neatly hidden; but his eyes, blue and faintly glowing, warn those that come too close.

I am hungry.
And you look so very tasty.

Nihlus

that's all I want

@[garbage]