cause i’m so dope and you’re a fiend
The Ruins seemed like such an appropriate place to begin a new life. No real closure, overall emptiness, and a sneaking suspicion that no one would really care to bother him. Hackjob gazed around rather unbothered, unhurried, and rather unimpressed in general. It never really mattered what brought you to a knew place, did it? Some people fled from their homes for freedom. For the taste of a life they knew full and well they were never going to attain chained to the place where their deepest ties and secrets were held. Some people left because they were restless. Some left to chase their dreams, to attain everything in life they knew they were destined to achieve. The worst of it all was, some left for love. Those ignorant, blinded fools would actually chase love anywhere it went. Hackjob, of course, would never be that foolish. Or so he told himself. The truth was she was always grasping tightly to the back of his mind. Many times he found himself forgetting to breathe, or walking for miles and miles at a time without noticing his surroundings.
You see, he'd been dissociating from place to place since her. And although most found him to be horribly boring, annoying and dull even, he simply could not find it in himself to care anymore. In fact, he'd all but forgotten what emotions felt like in general. His dappled green skin shuddered, and as he finally started actually surveying his surroundings, he was made suddenly aware that it was indeed, winter. He paused briefly, eyes rolling upwards as he tried to recall how long exactly he'd been walking. How far back he'd left her. But the months meant nothing and knees were beginning to buckle.
With a more than dramatic sign he sank to his knees, rolling his body onto it's side and settling rather uncomfortably into the hard terrain. He perched his head up on a nearby bolder, allowing the heavy chill of the wind to sweep through his mane slap it violently on his neck. Sunken gray and bloodshot eyes darted back and forth as he tried gathering his surroundings. Wherever the hell he was, his past did not seem to be present. After what felt like hours of shallow breaths and jerky head motions, his limbs finally succumbed to exhaustion, and Hackjob decided this would be a fine place to sleep.
