Oh fuck yea.
He'd had it with that fucking nut house.
For the past 6 months the crux has been planning an escape. After the first two months they no longer kept him restrained in the padded cell in a straitjacket and hood. Soon they collared him and let him mosey around the yard, which was oddly enough fence-less and un-guarded like a prison. Though there were patrolmen that walked the rather large gap between the sidewalk and the well groomed grass of the asylum.
Every night he was told, "Don't cross the gravel"
It took 4 months to build up the courage to run across, after getting closer and closer over the months.
The metal collar weighed heavy on his neck, feeling s if it were 20 lbs. A keyhole on the right side, and two yellow vials with green lights beside them were the only adornments the cold steel collar featured. Though there were no needles or openings on the inside of the collar. In his mind, it was just a big scare. So no one ran off, and no one ever did.
'Was it poison?' he asked himself
'Or a sedative' as it bore an immediate resemblance to what he was injected with the night he was dragged unwillingly into Anthro Valle asylum.
His heart pumping as the gravel crunched under his paw pads, he took a second to look back and saw no one was following him.
"Morons." He muttered under his breath, gaining a new lightness in his step as he passed the sidewalk and into the woods on the other side.
Anthro Valle Asylum was half a mile from the outskirts of the city, giving a small buffer for escapees to get lost in the woods and found.
But he wasn't going to get found, his friend would hide him, and keep him safe until the law was amended and crux were allowed to be free again.

Crux are an unusual species. One seeing him in the woods were bound to think there was a demon after them, with the glowing eyes. Though contrary to popular belief, crux do not have bio or electro luminescent eyes. Rather, crux have more than excellent vision in any light, or no light at all. The retina of the crux eyes have several retina walls that can retract or cover the retina depending on low light levels. Each retina has a level of opacity and reflection of varying degrees, meaning that in the lowest light areas, all of the walls are covering the entire inner ocular orb, and the glowing eye effect is rather all gathered light reflecting out of the iris. Since there would be no visible light to some, the iris can spread the reflected light outward, colored by the iris, creating the 'glowing eyes'.

The only real light in the forest was from the yellow vials, that had a property of bio-luminescence to be able to trace the flow through the body, in addition to identifying how much of the drug was in the body. The annoying glow continued as he broke through the forest, chest heaving.
He made it.
Under the cover of darkness, the crux moved closer to the first building.
A sound pierced his ears, a high pitch squelch and he felt a stinging sensation on his neck. As he cursed and stuck his thumb under the collar to pull it away he felt light headed. The building was close and he rushed to it, and moved away from the only light hanging over the door. The grey concrete felt cool to the touch as he used a hand to walk along the wall.
Things were beginning to go numb. He licked his lips, noticing the unusual buildup of saliva.
He stopped, his breathing slowed. The light headed feeling turned into a free floating. Slowly he rested the right portion of his body on the wall.
The collar screamed at him again, and another prick. Using one hand to steady himself and the other to pry a thumb claw under the steel to press his neck away from the pain.
Things became hazy, the crux could no longer feel his tongue or his fingers. Drool dribbled from his muzzle to the ground.
Things no longer seemed to matter. He rested his head against the wall, his thumb still trying to claw the collar away.
The asylum, the law. All material things began to dissolve. The world didn't matter. Only thing that did matter was this feeling, his body floated in ecstasy, and everything else was trivial. Slowly his eyes lost focus, seeing only grey wall and blackness beyond.
Though, he had to run. From what? He kept asking himself again and again.
The noise again, this time softer, less offensive.
He couldn't feel anything, the ground wasn't there. The wall that pressed against his cheek and muzzle wasn't there. He should have felt embarrassed, saliva dribbling from his muzzle uncontrolled and the mindless babbling, a consonant then a long line of vowels.
Slowly he slid down the wall, leaving a streak of saliva as his lip curled up. A noise that didn't make sense rattled his head, his teeth against the concrete.
He should have run when his blurry grey vision was replaced by blue and red flashing lights, then two figures with white lights coming closer.
They were talking, but it didn't make sense. They seemed to be asking for something. All he could do was slide down the wall, and a groan of ecstasy that the officers took to be something from a drug addict.
The crux heard a noise for the fourth time and moaned before he blacked out.
"Oooooh yeaaaaaa."

PS, I hate drawing hands...