Kaine
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I'll have him yet. I will.Fangs and claws and fur, his tail half-forgotten, a careless extention of himself, I can see his shadowy form when I look into his eyes. Hunger, oh he hungers, wanting to be let loose, wanting to be left alone, craving solitude and a world far different from this one. He moves gracefully. Slowly. A figure that my boy, my kitten, for all his love and willingness cannot match. He moves like a hunting creature. Sentient, yes. Aware. Intelligent. He knows enough to be wary. Beautiful. Perhaps deadly. Have I mentioned that I am attracted to things better left alone? The Tiger, he's one like this. SC, another. Ragin, a third. Drake, yes, he too. You see the pattern here? Deadlysweet hunters, their rage and their hungers so deliciously overpowering. I want. I crave. I need. And I see that desire matched in their eyes, their words, their movements. They are like me. They are what I wish I could become. They quench the thirsts, extinguish the flames for a moment, allow me rest. In their own cruelty, I find kindess. In their hate, I find affection. In their mercilessness, I find the only chance for mercy I've ever known or wanted. And now I've a new one. A new reason. Kaine.
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