- Graverobber dug into the side of his cave, carefully dropping the root of an herb into the hole. He had been trying to grow some of the herbs needed for his medicine, but he was no gardener. In fact, Graverobber had a knack for murdering anything green he tried to touch. Maybe that was his talent -- absolute and total annihilation of plants. Regardless, he refused to give up.
His tail swung at a frenzied pace as he dug another hole, furiously ripping out weeds and tossing another herb into the hole. He was on edge, twitching here and there in frustration as he worked the ground. He was getting restless; something he didn't think was possible anymore with the addition of his medicine. He had long since mellowed, but now? Now he felt it again; the pull. He was bored. Bored of the same routine and same day-to-day activities. Boredom didn't suit him well. It led him to stupid decisions which rarely worked out. He had calmed throughout the months, but there it was again; restlessness.
He'd need to up his consumption, maybe.
That'd had to work, right? What if it didn't? He'd have to leave again. Start another journey. To where? He never knew. All he knew was he was tired of searching. He didn't want to anymore. He missed being neutral to everything. He desperately wanted to go back to that.
Until then, he'd just destroy this dirt and keep haphazardly dumping herbs into it.
