Learning the Ropes
This was a terrible idea. A pretty damn awful, terrible idea. But it’s been days since he’d last seen the sky and after missing two meals already his senses seemed to be coming back to him. Well, some of them. The drugs in his system still lingering after sweeps of use but tolerance gave him some sense of stability. Iatgor wanted to see the city for once. Being Hivebound all these sweeps just starved him for something different. He would just leave for a bit. A few hours at most. His lusus and Babrel wouldn’t know he was gone. Everything was going to be ok.
But once on the streets he felt an overwhelming wave of panic where he should have been ecstatic. He knows if he was caught by his butler there was going to be consequences. Most likely he’d get his face paint privileges revoked. Now that would be some truly troubling shit. Making it just a block or two from his lawnring he was already lost. His mind just a purple haze and his eyes lazily sweep to the left and the right. Each time he blinked he felt his eyelids grow heavier. Any time he would another troll they noticeably winced and headed off in the opposite direction. It seemed no one wanted to deal with a lost mini subjug.
