Psychosocial

*Azazel* · 07-14-2019, 10:21 PM

He twisted and turned, teeth snapping on air over and over and over. If he didn't know better before coming into these caves, he would have thought himself rabid. Only he wasn't...he was healthy. Physically. Mentally, however, was a different story. The masked male snarled, as he searched for the bitch that birthed him. He could have sworn she was here. He could hear her...her voice was unmistakable. "Come out and show yourself you bitch!" He yelled into the darkness, fur bristling as he stalked quietly in the dark. Drool dripped from bared fangs, eyes wild with aggression and something that screamed psycho. Everywhere he looked he kept seeing her shadow. Teasing. Taunting him. And every time he took a step forward the shadow disappeared before reappearing somewhere else. She was toying with him.

He continued to try and catch her, growing more frustrated with each attempt. And finally, when he whirled around, blood red gaze fell on what looked like an actual physical form. Finally. She had finally shown herself after all this time, and she stood there like she wasn't just taunting him. Crazed gaze stared at Basilia's form, only to him, it wasn't the woman he had met before. It was his mother. And he was ready to make her suffer just like he had.

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Psychosocial

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Azazel