<font color=#610B0B><i>Why</i> Am I So Dead Awake?</font>

Looking for answers why
It's so real, it's not fake

When I next see him, I must remember to thank Heyel. I raise my head, ears perked and yellow eyes devoid of true emotion. I have locked myself down, living in the comfortable skin of my Art. I am the proverbial killing machine once more, I think of nothing save keeping my bloodlust sated. But every now and then that hollow feeling resurfaces, every now and then my heart gets sick and I think of his dark face, I see his golden eyes bright and happy as he chases me through that open snow covered field. I feel that tug at my soul, and I want to break and cry. In these moments, my eyes seek out anything I can set my fangs into, prey or competition, I am not picky. Today, as the feeling strikes me, I set my eyes on a small fawn, laying still in the brown grasses near the lake. I slink low, like a cat, my paws silent as I move forward, wind in my face as I crawl on my stomach. I smirk, launching my bodice high in the air to arch perfectly and pounce down on they little deer's neck, hearing the tell tale snap of bone as I land. I grasp the little baby by the neck, hoisting her up as I trot away with my prize.

My head and tail are up as I boast the kill, yellow eyes glinting proudly as that nagging tug in the back of my soul eases. Then, when I think I have won, I feel it snap around my neck. I stop dead in my tacks, eyes searching, ears swiveling around on the top of my head as I hear it. Natalya, Natalya, I need you, Natalya. My heart strings snap and break as I move without realizing it, my paws seeming to have a mind of their own as I run. The fawn dangles forgotten in my jaws as my body streaks toward him. He sounded hurt, as if he were dying and my soul cries in rebellion at the thought, where is he? I let my soul lead, paws moving at its direction.

I find the lake, his scent washing through my nostrils like a healing balm for my pained soul. I spot his dark form and as I move faster, I drop the fawn on the sandy shore of the lake. His song nearly hypnotizes me, and I slow, a mere few feet from him, yellow eyes searching his form as I walk silently to him. Brushing against him as I move up his side, my eyes searching his face before I raise my head, throwing my own voice into his sad song. My body shifts closer to his, fur mingling as I support him. I cry through my song, throwing every emotion I have ever felt for him into the song, a deep instinct bruising my soul in the need to escape through it. I need this, I need this song with him, to feel our souls fly with one another right now. It has been too long, and this too is forced into my song. His name long and drawn out in my song as I stand there, pressed against him, feeling only happy elation in the worst of this storm called imprinting.

Speech..

And why am I so dead awake
Please just one more time

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