I wont soothe your pain...
I wont ease your strain...
I seek you out, flay you alive.
One more word and you wont survive.
I stand near a cave. That is right. I needed to do something. I needed a spar, and fight. I debate going back to the Forrest to fill my blood lust. I couldn't do it here. I never killed innocent bunnies in my home. I was high up, overlooking the mountains. I wonder, what would happen if I jumped? Would I die? Would it be wonderfully painful? I lick my lips, and turn away. I didn't have wings. If I decided I wanted out I couldn't just open my wings and fly off.
I couldn't wait to pursue my career, I wanted to prove I could be someone, go somewhere. I could be deadly, I could be poisonous. I could be a black panther, dancing in the dark, teeth dripping blood red. d'Artangan. Him. Oh yes. I think I would learn from him. Everyone here seemed to have a twist to them, and I am sure that a "healer" wasn't necessarily a healer. Just like you, except your going to be a power hungry, deceiving, Friesian loving, bunny murderer. I growl softly at myself. I need to quell myself some way, don't I?
I pace, my dark legs a stark contrast to the white behind me. It was dark, yet the snow absorbed the light of the tallsun moon. It could be a new moon and you could still see easily. I loved it here. I loved the cold, the chill in the air. My heated body shivers in the cold, but hell. At least it wasn't smothering heat. I move on. Caves are around me. I find one, and I enter. But somethings wrong. I take a deep breath. Someone has been here. This is someones home. I begin to back out, not quickly, but fast enough to make sure it looked like I wasn't purposefully in here, and that I wasn't snooping around.
@[Esther]
Walk Here "Talk Here"
