NOT GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS
05-23-2014, 12:36 PM
'Think' The collapsed mound of fur would rise, ochre irises fluttering toward the arriving wolves. "Whatever this disease is, I can't control myself. My mind is making me do things I do not want. I almost killed my sister because of the damn sickness." A low snarl would build within the man's throat, as he would snap at thin air, without realizing that he had snapped right at the golden boy he knew as Dayton. "If you're going to try and cure me, at least find a way to make me calm down first. The voices in my head I can't have but to obey." He would find it a struggle to lie down, blood beginning to clot his vision once more, and curl his plush tail around his mangy body. He would slowly turn, then shut his eyes, in attempt to hide every wolf from his vision, so that his hallucinations would not make them into evil demons, and so he would not try to harm them. |
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