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That boy needs therapy!
The male had been long bored with himself alone. His thoughts being surrounded with with wondering when he'd be able to see her next. When he could gaze upon her perfect body, possibly still spotted with his teeth marks, and when he could press his body against her's... The male practically could die with wanting and desire. It was fine time to find her because of it. He had wondered aimlessly, trying to recall what she'd been. Loner? No... there'd been a touch of dying pack scent on her fur. But what pack? His mind deleted the southern packs. Why would she have come all the way to the northern tides for that? That left him thinking. He'd wondered for quite some time so he could look around. There'd been no one he could really find to help him. He didn't even really know her name. She hadn't thought it was important. And in the heat of the moment he'd forgotten its importance as well. Luckily her scent had planted itself in his nose. Even the faintest touch of her scent on the bark of a tree caused him to freak out in excitement. He was getting closer now, her scent more active. Even the faint pack scent became more recognizable as he neared the next pack borders. But where? Toby's thoughts had fallen silent, though Fang had become aware that he was growing stronger in the mind. Toby use to add his input when he could. Now Fang had a say in his thoughts and Toby had no say in Fang's. It'd been reversed. Toby now was the violent one, wishing to lash out on the female who'd caused his other personality such pleasure. He was a jealous soul, and Fang couldn't be more happier. At least now he wasn't the "bad guy." Or not completely anyways. After all, being a monster was his skill. He believed he was near the edge of the dampwoods. Somewhere between the woods and the pack's border. He wasn't for sure though. It was near noon and he'd have to hunt himself a meal soon. Toby'd been doing most of the killing lately leaving Fang with no need to slaughter anything. The female had liked Fang's violent side though, so it as best he got into the mood. He drew the knife from his bag. Lately he'd been walking with no clothes on. His beloved red shirt, stained with victim's blood even if it were scarlett, had fallen short of the glory of his own body. He'd been going all natural since just before meeting the blonde female. A rabbit scurried by and he crouched, inspecting the area for the rabbit's den. It had disappeared just under the roots of a larger tree. Ah-hah! He began to move forward to draw the bunnies from their den. Surely the rabbit hadn't been alone. He'd hunt and wait for the time to come when he'd cross the woman's trail or he'd call her to his. |
Fang/Toby Table By Kelsie.