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Hemlock · Yesterday, 8:05 PM

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Eventually, all of the noise grew so loud that it just became the constant drawl of static.

Every laugh. Every jubilant cry. Every celebratory howl. Every child's screech. Every maiden's giggle. Every reprimand from his parents. Every annoying cry of his siblings and packmates. All of it congealed into some unnamed mass of noise that Hemlock could no longer comprehend.

And Starflower would fester in the static, his skin crawling. Venom eyes would blink, glancing upward at the sky and looking through the dappled canopy until he heard nothing at all. All he could see were the sunspots in the edges of his vision and the flickering of the trees in the afternoon breeze. His concentration lay there, and yet nowhere; his ears flattened against the top of his head. There was agitation in his tiny eyebrows, despite the simmering and uneasy grin on his childish lips.

It was the butterfly flickering past his vision that would release him from the entrapment of his self-induced trance.

Without a word, his head would swivel, eyes trailing after the soft flutter of yellow wings.

And the young Callosum would leave the busy clearing, drifting after a butterfly. It would appear innocent to most, for he was just a little boy ... smiling ... trailing in the wake of such a gentle insect.

But Hemlock needed nothing more than to escape. And now, his overstimulation drove him to hunting. And he would catch this little bug. It would be his prize. It would be the sacrifice to a mind that screamed for some way to release this anxious energy held within a body so small.

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