Dreaming of BIGGER things

Tamlin stopped scratching and slowly returned his mismatched gaze to the winged mare. He stared at her with vacant eyes, but for a short moment something flashed deep inside them - a piece of his soul shone through and all the sorrow and heartache and guilt was there for the world to see. There was even a split second of gratitude towards Zahra for understanding, but then the glow dimmed and Tamlin’s eyes turned black and dismissive. She had touched him too deeply, called him out on issues to hard for him to even think about. Look at her! The light voice called within him, much quieter now. She has suffered as you and look how she handles it; she takes responsibility for her own life and actions. You should do the same. Don’t hide behind your addiction, Tamlin! But this time the speckled stallion did not listen. This time the voice only made him angry. He snorted loudly and his muzzle wrinkled in protest to both Zahra’s words and his own thoughts. His ears tipped backwards as he rolled his eyes and flashed his teeth at the pegasus. The darkness was taking over now and the last of his sanity was slipping away. Not that he knew where his sanity really lay these days. He was most certainly more pleasant to be around while high, but then he was in complete denial of his trauma and could not be considered sane. Tamlin was beginning to feel trapped. Panic pulsed suddenly from his heart and the only thought remaining in his head was that he would not survive if he could not get hold of a lotus. She bleeds if stuck right… the dark voice mused. Before Tamlin arrived in this dreadful dimension with his broken mind he had gone months sober without problem. His drug of choice was after all not a particularly heavy one in comparison to others, but his addiction had reached new heights ever since he stepped through the portal (which he did not remember). Maybe somehow the flowers he grew here were more potent? This was after all the strangest land he had ever experienced. ”Zahra.” Tamlin mumbled, making her name sound more like a question. He stepped closer, eyes wandering over her body with a hunger in his eyes that could be interpreted in several ways. But it was her blood he wanted…

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ooc; He is pulling two ways now... Either he can spot a dead animal, grow a lotus and become quite pleasant or he could attack her. What would you prefer? Maybe it will be clear after your post, but now I (he) can't decide. x3