I don't think I will be writing coherant things tonight. I want to hunt. Given a choice, I'd give you a fragment of the violent rape of a sweet little white-silk slavegirl on Furcadia, or perhaps a taste of the pain War went through with Alyssa... I've not introduced her, have I? Meet Alyssa, the nightmare that haunts every pet I truly claim... because although the character is heartless, and although she is often driven away by another character I play, still, she's a part of me... that whole thing, that history, that life... it's in here. *taps her head*

I don't think they realize it. I don't think they understand. I think they believe that it's all a game... and it is, yes, all of it... but it's a game I intend to win. *shrug*

This is Jax, fading fast into sadistic cruel wicked femme mode. I hunt tonight. No, not Hunt... I did that already, and *purring* it got me what I wanted, what I needed... and I love him for it. No, tonight I merely hunt... stalking through Furc as if it was some back alley, waiting for the perfect prey to stumble through. I'm going to be cruel tonight. I'm going to be evil.

And I'm going to enjoy it. *PURRRRRR*