Sleep comes like the falling of an axe over the young Lord. He knows it must come but he always fought it with everything that he had. He hate it. Hated it all. Those defenceless hours, oblivious to his surroundings were enough to light up his whole body with fiery sparks. He was utterly wired until that time when he could not fight it anymore and the sleep was as instantaneous as it was unwelcome. He hated it fore just like Death, it put even the most strong on their backs. When his thoughts became nonsense, and all the more interesting for it, he knew he was falling asleep. Now all he had to do was let go.
Easier said than done with his two brats of siblings. The moment he felt tiny teeth on his elongated tail his bi colored lenses fired up. He was wide awake by the moment Banshee lounged at him. Guuuuys! he squirem under Ban's paw, excessively long tail lashed within Recluse mouth as she used it as her personal chew toy. He was always under attack of his petulant sisters but what could he do? He was the smallest of the litter and therefore the only that got bullied; like a twisted fate. Since the slave is useless, he growled in his high-pitched boyish voic that sounded more like a yelp than anything, Father will hear about this! she squirmed again, somehow managing to rotate on his back which needless to say could be even worse.
