tonight, my head is spinning;
I NEED SOMETHING TO PICK ME UP
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It was working, that effortless way that he was trying to offset Fathom, keep her aware that he was watching her, waiting. He could wait. It could be awhile, but he would not forget. He did not want to be the creature making threats lightly. She was his new favorite playing, and he wasn't going to give it up. He would do what he must to break her, and he would like to do it slowly and over time. Right now, it was setting in, and Covet wanted her paranoid. Wanted her to always be looking, knowing he could be anywhere, could be lurking around the next corner. There was nothing like anticipation to stress a creature to the max.

The one with Fathom has spoken on a reason to stay, but it was utter shit and she knew that. He was fine with her attempting to push his buttons, but he wouldn't let it work. He may attack her if he became too bored with the chatter, but at least then things would happen. It wouldn't just be standing about talking over things that really held little interest to Covet. They do not need to hear his story; why should they care at all? And his lips curled into a smile when Fathom spoke on the point of staying. She was freaking out, wasn't she? It tickled his insides to see it. Yet he had something to say to get it out of the way.

The one by Fathom speaks, and he smirks at the way she's chosen to take his words. "I used the word 'kill'. Kill to survive. It doesn't mean just wolves, though yes. If there is a fight to the death, I will kill to survive. My survival is not based off of taking the wolf's blood that I kill. I kill other creatures that would suffice in my survival, but the pull of wolf blood is a temptation too hard to resist for long. It's a mental sickness, I suppose, but it's still there and no matter how long I fight it, I will eventually take blood again." He shrugs; it's true enough, and it wasn't as if he'd never tried to stop before. He has. For his parents, he has. It did not work.

His attention flicks to the red and black female, the smile she has and the way she brushes roughtly against him. See, he knew she'd come around. He listens to what she says, but he makes no action nor speaks in any way to confirm or deny the idea of meeting with the Iromar wolves. It was a possiblity to maybe seek out, though who knew what he would do in the future? He wasn't planning much of anything. So many things changed quickly. But the Iromar female was soon gone, and Covet let his attention drift back to the female by Fathom. She was talking of teaching him to hunt critters? Did she really think he could not?

He was on edge at the mention of Tobias, but not because he feared the male. He did not, and it was very possible that Covet would go for Tobias' throat if he ended up around the male. Just the way it was. But the female's words on these matters made him frown. "Nature versus nurture. Cayen, perhaps even Tobias were taught the behaviour. Jaidah teaches her children her ways. At least, most of them. Tobias is a mentally retarded pyschopath, so there's no knowing if, like Cayen, there is no nature to overcome. If it's only nurture he's grasped upon." A pause as he looks at the female.

He inhales, exhales. "However, I am led to believe that it probably is nature instead of nurture in his case. But we still can't know for certain. Me? I go a little postal after about two weeks without a fix. Like clockwork, and all my attempts to stop have been rewarded with a lot worse outcomes then one dead and dismantled wolf. There's no saving me. Not when it's all biological." One shoulderblade lifted, then settled back in a half-shrug. Maybe this kept his full attention from staying on Fathom, but he was ever still aware of the female. And Covet isn't deluded on what information he had handed the females, either. Telling them he was exactly the kind of creature that needed to be discarded? He knows. But he also hadn't chosen the full extent of what he was, either. He does it, and he doesn't try to talk his way out of it. It didn't mean he liked it.

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AT NIGHT I FEEL LIKE A VAMPIRE
it's not right; i just can't give it up