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Team creeps again!

And storytiem! Again!
"What would you do, where would you go?"
That voice, it was just what it shouldn't have been; it was pitying, it was full of controlled and composed emotion when it fell through those forever grinning teeth. It was so comforting and so abhorrent at the same time, and Korass - or at least part of him - knew that it wanted to strike through his head to corrode and break those parts of his mind that had got somewhat fixed. And still, even though the other voice in his head screamed and cried as those words hit them, Korass just couldn't stop that question and it's despicable and so, so enchanting tones from hitting his head with love and longing.
Sarthois is a lie.
Yeah, yeah, so he was - Sathois was like a gravel that had eroded from the greatness of a mountain. He was just miserable pile of hurting fragments, so broken that nothing could fix it to the wholeness it had once been. Indeed, he should have died ages ago, should have stopped from causing this tormenting incoherence, that now kept Korass from just embracing that one who was so much greater than himself, that one he should never defy. Frustrating it was, so frustrating -- why that annoying pressure still was, and what for had it been visiting Korass so frequently these times?

For a moment, the mental struggle swallowed him. When he snapped out of it, he noticed that the beast, his dearest savior, had come more near, now almost touching the scarred face of his - and it carved a narrow, idiotic smile to his lips before he even noticed. But at the same time the demanding weight in the other thoughts of Korass' head grew stronger, so strong that it wasn't scratching only his mind anymore, but felt in his skin too as a sharp pain on his right cheek, in which fresh blood had drawn few nasty lines. Deadache had almost gouged his healthier eye from it's socket, had almost made the world around him so very, very abstract and scary -- was she now about to continue from where she had left, was she about to cast the everlasting darkness all over him? Was she -- oh, Korass knew he should have been punished for almost believing the lie he never should fall for.
"Hush, no need to suffer. Let me help you with that, will you?"

For few seconds, he had feared, feared so much that what actually happened shut the voices in his head right away. And so Korass gave up to the voice, to it's reassuring and calming tones, without even thinking anything else; finally he let the other impulses in him take over and almost threw himself into the monster's lap. The peace curled upon him immediately.
"I'm sorry I had to hurt you."
Korass let it all happen. He let Deadache wash away the pain and the sore from his face, he allowed himself to be saved from the pain his savior herself had cast to him to save him now, and only thing he thought was how stupid he was.
No, the monster here wasn't Deadache. Deadache was the common sense, the one to tell Korass what to do and how to behave without having to risk himself, she was the one to protect. Sarthois was the monster, the horrid ghost who wanted to take the stability and safety from him for who knows what reason!

Korass closed his eyes. The woods around the two vanished from his view without hesitating as he let himself to forget everything except Deadache's presence. The light that was playing between the tree trunks was indifferent, even though it had given Korass some warmth a moment before, warmth that had reminded him of his family, the love of his parents and the love his long-lost mate had given him.
It was useless to look back into them after all. They all were lies anyway.

Heheeeeeeee I have no regrets even though I agonize you with my poor English skills and these two once again. I just wanted to practice English.
And especially I wanted to torture Khasuri who basically owns Korass (aka Sarthois). I like to torture some khasuris at times.
Yet Korass was not too fond of behaving himself in this picture. He thought he absolutely needs to emerge into Deadache's shadow and he wouldn't listen when I tried to tell him that's not necessary really. So yeah, kinda failed with him whoops.

Mehehehe.
Markers, inks and silver gel pen on A5 paper. Around 3 hours possibly, didn't count them at all again.