Restless

Poseiden gave an irritated growl as he wLked along. The tight feeling that nefer left him still coiled in his throat. He hurt. He hated everyone. He just wanted everyone to die. No one could stand the sound of his voice and no one would stay past the time he even said "hi". His wild, unkempt fur stren out in every witch direction. His dark onyx eyes wondering the horizon, barely blinking.

He needed a rest. He'd been aimlessly walking for what seemed like days. He looked about for a tree to rest under. He settled under a large live oak, laying his head down on the dirt. The coil in his throat grew tighter and uncomfitorble. He lifted his head up again. This was the whole reason he could never get any sleep. He snorted and stubornly put his head back down.?