------I bleach the sky and melt like grass.

Mastodon

Chryosynthe:
My meal was suddenly growing popularity. Wolves gathered to the wounded like flies to shit �for their own reasons perhaps- but none greater than mine. Im selfish but its either my stomach or all of their sensitive hearts. Somehow they had connections with this dying wolf, even the stranger. It took her just seconds to slut up to the scrap worth of a male and lay with him. Punctually another female had shown up, Her rough tone gave me chills of excitement, It was a comforting pleasure in my bones when women talked down to me, even if she was an old bag. She knew how to command a room, and she was brave enough to lay down orders to a complete, psychotic stranger. I wanted to taste her, just to indulge in her personally-whether it was today or another day-she suddenly became a fascinating target. I�d wait though, for another day to see her face, when I am strong and able.
My lips curled, I found it all a foolish scene. It took four wolves to save one. How was I not the only one to see that this was a complete was of time. We shall all just take a chunk, fair or not, just put the damn thing out of his misery for the greater goods. Preserving his energy costs more of our own! Even Mastodon was buying into this upkeeping of our species.
Petty. Sensitive. Fucking weak.
I haven�t forgotten what was naturally built into me like they have. It was called Natural Selection.
I sighed. Today I must accept defeat. Another night hungry, and my brother aimlessly meandering at my side, unfulfilled.
I decided to take myself out of the scenario, sitting back (I am hopeful that the strong female will punish me for not listening to her). The temptation-to do more than lick clean the wounds-was too strong. Why would I let this weak fuck borrow my enzymes when I could be using them to breakdown his flesh mashed between my teeth.
I was pouting I guess. Resentment was an easy emotion to embrace.
I laughed. I looked at the not-so-nurse female, cuddling too intimately. It almost came off as a display of emotion, but for what? Your sure quick to cuddle up to a complete stranger now, aren�t you?

Mastodon:
What am I doing here. I get stuck into others lives. I let their personal investments become my own. I had done what I was told by the elder female, my body naturally moved towards the injured male and began to clean his wounds as told. It was like an auto-pilot, I wasn�t quite sure if I was just floating through this or just dreaming that this was all happening. I just let myself respond to the situation, and wake up, not realizing what I am doing.
What am I doing? What does this mean to me anyways?
I could feel my brothers discomfort, it becomes obvious in his words. Lost and helpless, it was only anger and hate he felt, naturally. We were all animals, but I don�t know what he expected out of such words. I shouldn�t be surprised by now that he is completely fine with negative reactions. It was a talent they all possessed, they could find fascination in another soul.
I found nothing.
The wounds were clean. Now let�s go Chryosynthe. Back where I can dream, and love the feeling of being lost.

Chryosynthe

2 years || Twins of League || No Home || Photo credit: Kevhyel.deviantart.com/manip by Waiki

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