#daemonicism

it’s a rare moment when the alpha is not in a good mood. “what exactly are you doing in my territory? you got thirty seconds before i rip out your throat.”

“— you alright, dude?” she keeps swallowing fries, one after the other, and keeps staring like it’s an even appropriate thing to do (not that she has anything better to do, at the moment). “you look... a little dead”.

                    ‘ i’m sorry, an -- experience? look, i’m sure you mean well, and i don’t mean to be rude, but i would really rather not sit through some allegedly benevolent lecture about how shit happens and it’s character-building and a growth experience. ’

       she’s just more than a little bit tired ( eyes hard, bones sore, skin an open wound or a numb absence ; as far as she can see all that’s grown in her is needle teeth and a mind older than her body ) of people who don’t have a damn clue what her day-to-day is presuming to dictate to her how she ought to feel about it.