Zidane, bitter once again at people, had taken refuge in the biggest tree he had been able to spot by the houses of the sanctuary. Sure; he could have sat down under the tree in the dark but honestly it was easier for him to be spotted there. This had lead to him smoothly climbing up on one of the thick branches of the tree to place his butt there. He was visible sure but most people tended to not look upwards as they walked so most didn't even notice him. Besides; not many was out and about during nighttime anyhow.
He held one of his knives and carved a motive in a thick piece of bark he had ripped from the tree after he had hidden up there. Nothing spectacular at all, more just a unminded knife doodle as he calmed himself down from the voices screaming in his head. Funny wasn't it? The screams always appeared during the nights when he was able to move around without perishing but never during the days. Maybe it was cause of that specific, nightly experience so many years ago. Probably, and it was impossible to get rid of none the less. A flash of red pierced his inner sight, the blood that covered his home with the origin of his family members. The knife slipped and pricked his thumb which made him look at the liquid slowly starting to leak out from him. No other reaction what so ever ofcourse more then that he slowly fished up a piece of cloth from his pocket to twirl around the "wound" to prevent him from leaking further. Hmm...
He held one of his knives and carved a motive in a thick piece of bark he had ripped from the tree after he had hidden up there. Nothing spectacular at all, more just a unminded knife doodle as he calmed himself down from the voices screaming in his head. Funny wasn't it? The screams always appeared during the nights when he was able to move around without perishing but never during the days. Maybe it was cause of that specific, nightly experience so many years ago. Probably, and it was impossible to get rid of none the less. A flash of red pierced his inner sight, the blood that covered his home with the origin of his family members. The knife slipped and pricked his thumb which made him look at the liquid slowly starting to leak out from him. No other reaction what so ever ofcourse more then that he slowly fished up a piece of cloth from his pocket to twirl around the "wound" to prevent him from leaking further. Hmm...
