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Susil Crags
Disaster has struck!
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I am Bandit. It felt so good to finally be in control, to be able to do as HE pleases, not as THEY please. Oh yes, he could hear their annoying little voices, always twittering like pesky birds, but he could tune them out. Especially that dreadful Diesel. Oh, he was a real buzzkill, that Diesel. Always so noble and opinionated. He always kept Bandit from what he really wanted. No, what he NEEDED. Always thought he had to protect them, those sniffling little girls, all so vexing and conniving. But Diesel didn't know what Bandit did. He didn't see the whore that his mother was, the way she gave in to every male who crossed her path, all for a kind word and a cheap smile. His father knew her true worth and he reminded her of it every day. Bandit was always delighted to see it. True, when he first witnessed the punishment of his mother, he felt an urgent need to protect her, some foul pest in his mind telling him to yell at his father but Denver knew best and he was quick to bring his teeth down on Bandit, too. He knew he deserved the punishment. He knew he was wrong and his father was right. Something in Bandit snapped during a punishment and after that, he looked forward to seeing his father punish his mother. She thought she was so good and innocent, like she was better than Bandit and his father. She was a harlot and a gypsy and Bandit was naive no more. Even when his mother was disgusting and GRAVID with another wolf's cubs, he got to see his father hand out justice. His black coat flashed in the moonlight as he descended into the crags. His gold eyes flashed like stars in the sky but they were not magical as all that. No, they held a devilish glint only Lucifer himself would recognize. The cold soul that lay behind their windows was as black as his coat. Though he wasn't as big as other wolves, he often felt taller and he enjoyed his agility. He was a charmer by nature just like his father and he knew just how to weave a silky tale to lure young females into solitude. Mags and her silly fear. It was quivering at the edges of his subconscious, her whole body trembled as she thought of those things he had done. Bandit chuckled under his breath at the fear he could sense rising out of her pores like acid. It was lovely to see such a shivering girl. He loved to make them scared. But here he was on the verge of the crags. He didn't see anyone right now but that didn't mean no one was there. He would wait and watch. Diesel was already growling in warning but he only snickered and shook his head. "YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME, HOMBRE. I WILL HAVE MY PRIZE AND I WILL MAKE YOU WATCH, JUST LIKE LAST TIME." He could see Diesel's hackles up and shivering, saliva dripping from his jaws but he didn't care. As long as Bandit was in control, there was nothing Diesel could do but talk and talk never shut down a hero like Bandit. See, what Diesel couldn't comprehend is that Bandit was no bad guy. He wasn't hurting the girls he kidnapped. He was saving them from themselves. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Confused? See my Info Page |