Make me a monster

Mortis was almost crying with frustration. He had stolen one of Azures traps, and caught the bunny rabbit. It lay panting in the trap, looking up at him with wide, frightened eyes. He could hear its heartbeat, quick and erratic. It bleed from multiple spots, where Mortis had slashed at its skin with razor sharp cat claws. He didnt want to hurt the creature, but he couldn't go on like this. He could be an outcasts forever, or he could fix the things wrong inside of him.

He very much wanted to fix then. He very much wanted his fathers approval. He wanted Azure not to call him a coward again. He needed to learn how to fight, not to hesitate. He needed to learn how to make things bleed without the feeling of horror that arrised within him.