Not sure Anselm needs much training, but nobody's replied yet and we were going to thread anyway. :]
------Although they were distantly related at best, Anselm could have sympathised with Molochai's madness and nightmares--although not through the bloodline that he might originally suspect. While the Lykoi's clearly had their fair share of insanity, the de le Poer's could prove to be fierce competition. Maybe Molochai and Gabriel were one up on him, since they had both, but Anselm was arguably fucked up enough to consider himself in the proper company. A constant paranoia drove him, one that made him suspect everybody and trust no one. Beneath this was a genius that probably exacerbated the issue--it enabled him to decipher potential hidden meanings, to note the slightest twitch, hesitation, or change in tone. It let him examine things so thoroughly that it might be correct to call it an obsession. An obsession, but with what? He, too, had killed numerous times in the past--but in his case it was never for delight. It was for survival.
------For it all, he never lost track of what he was doing or why. In this way he justified his own sanity. Regardless, the vivid, often terrifying dreams could make him question or doubt himself at times. It was for this reason that he often chose to ignore them--and since he had left "home," they had gotten better. More normal. They were still clear as ever, though, and occasionally his subconscious was all too happy to throw a wrench at him. Fuck it.
------His crimson gaze jerked up to the pensive golden hybrid perched above. Anselm had spotted him from some distance off, but lost in his own thoughts, he hadn't paid him much heed until now. It was somebody from Inferni, and it was somebody whose eyes looked an awful lot like Gabriel's. Odds were he was nothing to worry about. Still, en route to his den, less distance would be travelled were he to cross paths with this male. Perhaps that was true, but would it be faster? Would they wind up having a conversation? Oddly, the wolfish male found himself intrigued by the other's gaze and mannerisms--he was clearly deep in thought. And wherever there was actual thinking involved, the prospect of new information was sometimes too much for him to pass up.
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