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Susil Crags
Disaster has struck!
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I am Bandit. Sleep is a foreign nasty thing to this wolf. Sleep meant vulnerability and opening yourself up to others, letting them quarrel and wrestle over who gets the body next. All the voices in his head that make it pound and throb like the worst migraine in the world. If it were up to him, he would never sleep and then he wouldn't have to deal with any of the others. He had a way to mute them, to keep them quiet when he was in control, at least temporarily. Sometimes the wall grew weak or they were just too strong and one or two voices would sneak in to ruin the day but he had been evolving while the others were playing house. While they cooperated and tried to figure out a way to get along, he was changing on his own. Orb just thought he was retreating into a corner every time he grew cajones to speak back. That's what he wanted them to think. He knew they were all developing relationships here in this foreign land but it was all nonsense to him. The only relations he cared to nurture were those between his victims and he. Soma was shaping up beautifully and he wanted to see just how far he could push her until she breaks. All the others were garbage. Orb was head over heels for this Elowen girl and she seemed almost as crazy as he was sometimes! It was like there were two wolves looking at him and when she spoke to him, her voice changed a little when she was scolding. Not just in the way a mother uses her "motherly tone" to discipline a child. It was something else, something more "out there." Maybe she was one loony short of a loony bin too and just hadn't come out in the open with it yet. Bandit wouldn't be surprised. Like he said, too innocent. He didn't trust it one bit. The moment she senses him, it is obvious in her shift in demeanor that she is happy to see him. How adorable, too young kids in their puppy crush love. Bandit would see to this. It seemed Orb had managed to make a good impression on her that day despite his many attempts at tom foolery with her emotions. Most of the time, that shit seemed to work. Calling her names and threatening her in perverted gestures, but somehow she was able to brush it off, pretend it wasn't Orb. It was like she understood maybe a little too well how it felt to be trapped in a body you couldn't control completely. Now the tables would be turned on her. When she started speaking to him, he could sense that his plan was working. She was falling for the bait, telling him to come over and already hinting that she wanted to pour out her very soul for his greedy little black heart. How generous of her. He remembered to play his part though, one ear flicking back like he was puzzled, his eyes blinking as he tilted his head a little and fixed her with his best concerned expression. "WHAT'S WRONG?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Confused? See my Info Page |