I am the cry

*Dexter* · 10-17-2013, 07:09 AM

::ooc::

Gahhhhh sorry about the delay! Annnnddddd for the short crappiness of this post, im not sleeping well >.<

::ic::

Little did she know, murder was on his mind. It was always there, not only that but it was something he needed,, a pulsing, throbbing, ache in his brain that could only be sated by the spilling of blood. Today the pulse wasn't so bad, he didn't feel the need as much, but it was still there in the back of his mind. His answer's were calculated and cool with each passing word. He had to make sure he maintained the image of a "normal" wolf, if not, the secret would be revealed.

Getting into her pant's wasn't the act he was putting on. It was more then that, but her thoughts were hidden as were his, and when she threw a sarcastic tone his way he raised an eyebrow, silence overcame the beast while he watched her for a moment, trying to understand why she sounded this way, though honestly he could say he didn't care. After a long moment he responded, his tone flat and near monotone, Dexter... as gave her, silence falling upon him once more as the numb beast waited for her to make the next move.

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