Jay Alone...or is he?
01-04-2014, 02:58 AM
| Dexter |
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Situations grew complicated. Relation's of any kind made them all the more complicated, and the situation he quickly got wrapped up in while his time here was far from simple. That buzzing in his brain was back, louder then ever, shooting through his head like a nest. Hornets shooting around, sending uncomfortable shocks through his brain, his body. On the outside, the brute was as composed as a symphony, collected like a museum, but inside himself, the monster was restless, the inner bear was pacing, locked up inside and caged like the monster it was. The thing inside was twitching, it's head making ticks like a broken clock, repeating its motions occasionally in a maniacal display of insanity. Dexter could feel the beats roaring, banging against the inner cavities of him, and giving the beastly ghost a rather uncomfortable headache. A heavy sigh escaped black lips as he shook his head a little and smirked at himself, wasn't this a rather strange predicament he had gotten himself into this time? A soft chuckle escaped the once silent cavern and soon was slowly whisked away with the wind, falling on to absent ears. He aimlessly wandered in search of a place to lessen the noise when he heard a strange series of shouts and hollers in his head, though relief he knew, would be rare. Breaking him from his trance he did something he wasn't sure completely if he should have done, he trotted forward as he picked up his pace from a casual stroll. Dexter came upon the shouting man, raising an eyebrow he stared at the blue eyed boy in confusion, his head was cocked ever so slightly and the long haired male stood still as stone. The inner demons wanted to play, they shook their bars, rattled their cages, at the strong urge to smack this one, but all he did was raised his hackles even more, the long bristling black hair spiny and sharp looking under the light above. No teeth were bared, though he did raise a tail in dominance and stood much taller then his relaxed state beforehand. After long moments passed in silence he broke it with his velvet knives piercing through the air, soft dreamy tones drifting from his mouth once more. Short and sweet usually was the way of the beast, and so it was. |