feet don't fail me now
06-25-2013, 07:58 PM
Erebos had plenty of mental issues, that he was well aware of. The hallucinations, the crippling depression he fought off with obsessive compulsive disorder, his need for company, and his need to torment other wolves in fights rather than simply beat them. He loved playing mind games, with others and with himself. Oh yes, Erebos had plenty of issues, but when this girl spoke his problems seemed nothing compared to hers. An evil fish? A monstrous evil at that? The absurdity of her words and the messiness with which she went about her business was sickening to him and threatened to crumble his resolve to maintain peace within his mind. It tore into the very heart of his obsessive tendencies and seemed to pull them up from the core. He fought to maintain his sanity, deep crease forming in his forehead and a dark anger flashing in his eyes. The fish... Is not evil... he spat at her, venom lacing his words. Please... Clean it up... It is... Repulsive... He forced the last words through his teeth, keeping his mouth clamped as tight as possible in an effort to help contain the rage that threatened to undo him. Why, oh why, had he inherited his mother's curse? He didn't need this, he was a better wolf than this. Erebos simply lacked another mechanism for keep himself under control. "normal. talk. think. you" |