MYO-7855: Red

There was something unsettling about the dark hallway he walked through, even with skin now pallid and cold, it stretched its fingers over his eyes until he found himself too happy to stumble into the dim light of the vampiric court. No matter how many eyes looked over him, Red would always walk towards the light. Something he imagined he wouldn’t tell other vampires, not when so many seemed too happy to delve into their shadows and mysteries. Even Red’s creator, Islwyn had his sha...

When someone has been thrust into many a terrible situation of their own making, they may find themselves justifying each poor choice they’ve made. Each cause and effect, each consequence that bleed into more irresponsibility: their misplaced innocence. For Red, he claimed he had no choice at all. No matter what he has done or welcomed to be done, he would never accept having a part to play in his own misfortune. Even as he laid on his worn mattress, his eyes swimming as black encroa...

Across the never-ending stretch of streetlight dotted sidewalks, Red wondered aimlessly. His heels loud against the unsettling quiet, a repetitive click that echoed throughout the street. His tail was curled loosely around one of his thighs: an afterthought of comfort under the darkened ceiling of the burrows. The world blurred around him, a narrow tunnel of walking forward, even as his legs began to ache. He could hear nothing. Eventually, Red stumbled over the steps of the Chu...