[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=arial]He hadn't been sleeping for days now. Of course no one had seen him for days either, so they wouldn't have known this, but Ronan hadn't been sleeping at all. It was terrifying to sleep, to dream. His mind was plagued by Lirim's dark shadow, and he simply couldn't do it of fear. Out of fear that he would hurt someone. Out of fear that he might lose himself to his father's power. He deemed it less important to stay healthy right now than that. Maybe he could get himself weak enough that his father wouldn't be able to control him, and then go to sleep. It sounded like the perfect plan.
But Ronan couldn't lie. It was getting so hard to stand upright, to think and to do anything anymore. He could feel his system shutting down on him, begging for much needed rest. Yet he didn't want to succumb to it. He needed to stay awake, and therefore he did the only thing he could think of. The only thing that seemed to work these days. Coffee did nothing for him anymore, so instead he had to do this.
Ronan was sitting off to the side of camp, eyes glazed over and staring somewhere in the distance, a lost expression dancing on his face. And at the same time the german shepherd was violently scratching at his forepaws which were already profusely bleeding from the action, grateful for the pain due to the fact that it kept him awake.