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Cassius had not very many friends since he first came to the Nova Scotia area from his beloved Louisiana. He had met a few people sure, but he could hardly call anyone a definite friend. Cotl, the German hybrid, most likely but many else? Not so much. Some others he had met, like Halo and Kaena Lykoi: the granddaughter/grandmother duo who were of the Lykoi family, as well as a few of their relatives: Anselm, Razekiel, and Mkhai. But those five, they were not friends. No, merely acquaintances. It was a shame. Cassius could have used more friends.
The hybrid heard his door open and words be spoken as he thrashed and threw his insane fit. He could hardly recognize the voices in his sickly demented state, but saw flashes of orange, black, and copper. He could see Cotl's form a little more clearly than the other, but he soon realized that Halo, too, stood in his doorway. Obviously, the ruckus he made had caused them to investigate.
However, he hardly reacted to their presence. Cass' rage went uninterrupted as he went on screaming in agony and hate. The coyote took his injured arm and swung it at the wall - trying to get both hands to beat at the paint- and ended up injuring it further. The bandages that covered his arm and shoulders started to stain red and brown again, from his wounds reopening from his sudden movement and activity. He screamed again - louder this time - and fell onto the floor, his body writhing and contorting. His head beat against the floor, as if his brain was trying to destroy itself and end the excruciating pain it had to suffer.
He saw the two clan members out of his tearing eyes, still standing in the doorway. He reached out - almost angrily - with his right hand and attempted to pull his body towards them, but his body would not budge and his claws left only crevasses in the old wooden floor. Cassius did not speak, but stared at them with raging purple eyes. His body and mind were a mess. The Southern man lay helpless and crazed on the floor of his loft. It seemed as if there wasn't much anyone could do. Deep breaths came from his mouth as his chest rose and fell, his lungs filling with the grimy air of the stuffy loft.