[between the stress raking out his nerves and the fresh, new energy that he's brimming with, he feels primed to snap--not like a fraying string but like a jaw-trap. he's bristling with tension as he listens for the tiniest sounds, the subtlest warnings. he doesn't know where to go, but some part of him knows that he will just have to rip apart any creature he happens to come across in the meantime, to protect what is his and make sure that nothing lives to pick up his trail.
so, wide-eyed and balanced on a knife-edge, he jitters into motion, creeping down the hallway. he couldn't imagine relaxing enough to breathe, now. even blinking seems impossible. and every nerve is ready to lash out at the first thing that dares to move in front of him.]
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so, wide-eyed and balanced on a knife-edge, he jitters into motion, creeping down the hallway. he couldn't imagine relaxing enough to breathe, now. even blinking seems impossible. and every nerve is ready to lash out at the first thing that dares to move in front of him.]