the anthem of success

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

The cat's disposition showed that she was still somewhat bothered by his own, but he tried to pay it no heed. Worrying would do nothing to help him now. He eyed her carefully as she moved away from him and seated herself. He chose to mimic the motion, settling gently on his haunches and wrapping his bushy tail about his feet. He would be much more comfortable and safe feeling this way, ironically.



Surprise overcame him as her question fell on his ears. His eyes widened slightly and he took a deep breath while he fought an internal battle over whether or not to share the information which she desired. He pawed impatiently at the ground, nervousness wracking his body. Perhaps it would do him better to tell someone something, at least for now. He sighed before speaking up.



Well, I'm unstable, he stated flatly, steadily focusing on Silverback. I suffer from hallucinogenic depressions, a gift from my mother and father I suppose.

talk, think