HuntedFox
*Knocking on Disaster's door*
James Sanderson
James eyes widened slightly as Isroh confessed disinterest in material items. The young man hugged his knees, feeling a pit settle at the bottom of his stomach. So that was the goal. Was the Wendigo really that bored? Staying alive... he had told himself that it was good before. He just wished that it could somehow be better. "If... if you believe so..."
A person. He wished he knew was a person was supposed to be like the Isroh's mind. In any of the minds of the academy student.
"I can't smell anything." James added quietly, the new problem having distracted and grounded himself enough from the panic attack. Either way. The exercise didn't seem quite necessary any more.
- Cafeteria Freezer
- Nervous || Space heater
- Demonhunter
James eyes widened slightly as Isroh confessed disinterest in material items. The young man hugged his knees, feeling a pit settle at the bottom of his stomach. So that was the goal. Was the Wendigo really that bored? Staying alive... he had told himself that it was good before. He just wished that it could somehow be better. "If... if you believe so..."
A person. He wished he knew was a person was supposed to be like the Isroh's mind. In any of the minds of the academy student.
"I can't smell anything." James added quietly, the new problem having distracted and grounded himself enough from the panic attack. Either way. The exercise didn't seem quite necessary any more.