Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140816184757/@comment-5583506-20140824011454

Varg was awake, barely... He was hunting again, in his sleep. He had almost chewed a whole through his pillow and if he hadn't been awoken by Hay's calling, he would have probably begun to eat the feathers as well.

"I am... up", he muttered. "I think..."

He grabbed a bottle on the nightstand and stuffed it down his duster before leaving the room. His sockets were darkened due to his regular insomnia, as he hadn't been hunting for weeks, save for in his dreams. He would have need of it again, and soon...

"Alright, let's go", he sighed and rubbed his forehead.