just crystal bear things

Takeshi was overrun with ooze, vibrant liquid pouring from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, though he was blessed that no growths had overtaken his body and slowed his movements like it had in others in his family. No, he was overrun with ooze of the 3rd kind: the crazies. Voices whispered in his ears, telling him to do horrible things, both to himself and others, and every day was a fight to keep from giving in to them. He woke up to them and went to sleep to them, and even in his dreams they whispered sweet and violent nothings. There was no escape, no silence, only neverending torment. And so he wandered. Wandering was his way of avoiding, hoping he wouldn’t come across any other wolf that would stir his weakening will to not do bad things. He just wanted to be alone.

But, luck was not on his side.

The yearling meandered through the prairie, his glowing gaze staring blankly into the distance. His steps were uneven and choppy, the bottoms of his paw pads bleeding from his almost neverending wandering but he paid it no mind. He was too distracted by the screaming in his head. He was so distracted that he didn’t see the man or his dogs until they were a few hundred yards away, and when he did notice them, his voices told him one thing: kill. Takeshi stumbled, fighting with himself over the overwhelming urge to obey, to do the unthinkable in murdering an innocent who had done him no wrong. When the bear showed up, it was like a blessing. He was able to turn his violent urge from the man to something else, something he could pour his anger into. With a snarl, the massive boy sprinted forward, throwing his weight into the animal with his claws and teeth a flurry of fury, intending to do as much damage and draw as much blood as was necessary to satisfy him. If that were at all possible.