The Less-Traveled Road

[guantanamobayxx]

Ever since I killed that bandit, killed for the first time, I have had strange urges.

The druid tried to comfort me, saying he would have killed me anyway, sometimes we are left with no choice.

What the druid did not understand is that I enjoyed it, I imagined lapping at the blood on his body for a few brief moments.

I have not been able to stop myself from picking pockets of others as I pass.

Thinking of harms against those I've met does not want me to lash out against the offender in protection, but vengeance and rage, only using my powers as assistance in a brutal, savage attack.

I imagined a freer life here, away from the constraints I had been placed in since birth.

It seems something else is bubbling up from the surface attempting to place new chains on me, how long can I outlast them?