INSANE, AM I THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKER WITH A BRAIN?
I'M HEARING VOICES, BUT ALL THEY DO IS COMPLAIN.

Everything had a pattern. Whether you noticed the pattern or not.. Well that was a different story. I noticed little patterns, little pieces that fit together like puzzles. Actually I noticed pretty much everything, it was like a compulsive tick. Tick, tick, tick. I could make music out of almost anything, and I could make a beat out of the slightest echo. Or so I liked to tell myself - I never said any of this aloud, because everyone would say I was insane. I knew that for a fact, it happened often enough. I’d been on the lay-low for ages now. Well I hadn’t really been laying low.. Not literally. I just learnt to express myself when no one was around. I’m a big ol’ loner, and while it does leave you feeling deprived and empty at times, I knew I didn’t have to watch what I said. Because, after all, I could read my own mind.. Oh shit, I’m a mind reader. No wonder I never have any privacy.

It’s winter, cold and soggy. Snow is brilliant to look at; perfect crystal shapes, each and every one different. I felt like the clump of ugly snow, the one that never got to the sculpture. Then again I had days where I knew I was handsome, and pretty, and cute. It’s not because of my personality alone, although that can get pretty damn adorable. I wear a monotone canvas over a fit, lean frame - Black underlay, grey speckles, freckles and dots all over my appendages. I like to imagine they are stars, because I love stars. They sort of resemble the milky way.. From what I can see through my pale yellow windows up at my angle, anyway. Okay that’s enough about my looks. This isn’t an autobiography.

I’m a freak, insane, crazy, weird, out of my mind, quirky.. Oh. You get it? Well that’s what it’s like in here anyway.. So welcome to my mind. On the outside I appear normal - except for the fact I am outgoing (over the top at times) and very much, quite obviously, happily gay. Those petite little nymphs don’t wet my whistle, or anything else for that fact. I really do love those big handsome demons. Those are the wolves that make my tail curl and legs wobble. Nothing better than a muscular, steamy, hunk of a.. Well fine. My fantasies are private, you pervert. Another mind reader? No wonder paranoia is such a popular thing these days. And here I was thinking it was me with that tick again. Tick, tick, tick..

The terra around me felt alive, active and.. Not very welcoming. Another thing about me was that I loved danger and adrenaline. Violence, anything that involved the possibility of pain. I loved it so much, a major turn on. I was never a friendly wolf when it came to things like that, and as much as I was openly outgoing, I was not always the kindest. Fights were things I did love, even if I hadn’t been in one for way too long now. Still, I had finally decided to break that pattern of wandering around alone - see, a pattern like I said! - and I’d chosen this pack to make my home. Eeny, meeny, miny, mo. This one came with rumours of big, strong males and pretty little nymphs. I always loved acting all manly than blowing them off by telling them that if they didn’t have a penis, then I wasn’t interested. It’s weird how females find gay males like me attractive. If you asked me, I made one hell of a wing man. Yeehaw baby, hookin‘ up!

As I finally neared the boarder I hesitated and took my time sniffing about, nose tracing small paths on the ground obnoxiously huffing about. There was many things I didn’t know about pack wolves, but I’d get there eventually. I remembered they did that submissive thing.. Which was fine with me, I just loved being on the bottom and I was sure good at it. So, down I went, back collapsing in to the wet, soggy snow as my melanoid underside was presented. I also went to the liberty of stretching my neck out uncomfortably in case it was decided that I was to be attacked. I wouldn’t go down easily, but I’d sure as hell enjoy giving them a messing with. I came here out of my own courteously, and judging by the other new scents I could smell, mixing with authority, I had a good feeling about this place.

Oh baby. I could only imagine that the reputation of this place was as good as it exceeded to be.

I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile
is if you cut me ear to ear.