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He had not become particuarly fond of kitties. They were quite the disgusting creatures in his mind--rolling in their filth and disgust. He hated the things they did and the way they simply looked. They were crazy and they thought too much of themselves. Syrinx had become particularly aware of the fact, however, that though the black kitten that had attempted dominance over him was nothing to be concerned with. Syrinx would have fought him, for he overtook the lad in both weight and height. Honestly, he liked to consider the curves of a cat--how they moved how they maneuvered. Syrinx was honestly thrilled to wonder about this and could not find himself hungering for but a moment more as the presence overtook him. Strong legs carried him to the other and Syrinx let out a wicked snarl. Her curves and her appearance had him cringing and demanding to know. Oh how he thirsted for such knowledge. "Don't see many of your kind. can't express my fondness, kitty-cat," his words were downcast and harsh and he wanted her to be thrown out like anything old and used. She disgusted him. Her everything was tainted and whispered of dark and awful things.