For time, for time the cyborg Haruken Ordriey had walked away in shame feeling regret and loneliness. The pups were lost. Stolen rather from him and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. It had been bothering him making him snap and having sudden outbursts of anger and sadness. He didn't want to admit it but they were tantrums he's been throwing lately all because he could not get his pups back from the human being named Ryckert Crimson. Then another thought crossed over, "
Why did I ever leave home?"
The ordriey walked slowly stumbling inside a building. He would shove everyone off to the side, everything bothered him and everything that he found blocking or in the way he would push it away purely from frustration. Then when he was halfway to an office he suddenly just shook and screamed like psychotic animal that's been caged in for too long. He pounded the walls all around him and lost his steam fairly quickly when he was at the office door.
Danihg slumped against the wall next to the door sniveling and hiccuping. Then he remembered what he had come here for. Keya. Well sort of. That was the only that came to mind but he knew there was something more but he just could not quite grasp what it was he was missing. The ordriey knew that Keya may not appreciate the fact that he just had an outburst and trashed the hallways and damaging a few things along the way and to be sniveling and crying.
He tried to choke it all down, in attempts to calm himself down but it just couldn't. He was far too upset at this point and it was making him feel tired and his will to do things was dwindling. He thought now as himself as a failure and as of someone who was out of control, like an untrained animal that would never be able to understand. "
It isn't fair. It's not fair! IT'S NOT FAIR!" The scenario was repeated over and over again in his mind but every one of them had a bad ending and he just couldn't get over it. The fact that he was punished for no reason other than visiting Miva just to sell things. Or so Danihg thought to himself.
He then looked at his own fists which were bruised and cut and his augmented hands which were scratched and damaged from the amount of lashing out constantly every now and then, "
If I could have stopped it all this WOULDN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!" When looking at them he looked at himself realizing he had been ignoring his own physical health of his body. It wouldn't have gotten to this point if he started to truly care about himself... But he had something that he been keeping pent up inside for so many years ever since he had run from home. He shot one arm out knocking the door and hissing pulling it back in pain.
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