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Date Posted: 22:14:57 06/05/02 Wed
Author: Jenna
Subject: Random Musings

Takken's mind whirled with thoughts and sounds from his home, his previous home, before they had turned him away; like the outcast he was.
Flames. Burning, pleasantly warm against tired hide. Hunger, Blood.
Thoughts of the night... the night when he had broken the rule.
Bellows of anger. Blood. Warm, Soft fire-flame.
His tongue tasted the air, in memory.
The smell of Clan burning, of home burning. Of scorched hide. The pleasant smell of roasting hide, death.
He was too tired to force these thoughts from his mind, too tired to even think of trying. Such disobediance hurt, caused pain.
Pain was bad.
His mind swirled with thoughts, with memories.
Takken, standing over carcess, warm pleasant tasting blood in mouth, feeling no pain from empty stomach.
It was wrong, very wrong, the all time bad.
Eating a Clan-Mate was like eating your own tail, that was why he had been banished.
He had eaten from a dead clan-mate, died in flame.
Pain, Pain, Pain.
He felt no pain, but his mind pressed that thought at him, thrust it at him with savage force.
Pain is bad. Pain, Pain, Pain is Pain.
He shook his head, paniced for a moment, thinking he had gone over, become like all the others.
But he was still sane, and with a relieved hiss, he settled once more into the bushes, waiting for real prey to approach, no longer remembering the night when the forest burned flames, no longer remembering when his fangs had drank deep in already spoiled blood; but blood of his clan-mate nonetheless.
So Hungry...
His mind begged forgiveness, remembering the rejection, the horror of his deed.
Pain. Pain is bad, No Pain, Much Pain. Forgive?
His mind silently repeated his exact thoughts when his eyes had been mercilessly dyed blue.
Dead have no pain. Takken have hungry pain. Pain is Bad. So Takken want to share dead pain, no mean to break rule.
Never eat a clan-mate.
Even a dead one.
He had been young then, very young, when they had cast him out of the clan, and if he had remained, perhaps he would be a great hunter by now.
His blue eyes flashed reality, and caught the image of a small creature.
Food.
He sprang suddenly, hoping to catch the creature by ambush.
The small beast flinched and ran, and Takken was left with hungery thoughts, left with no food.
Some Great Hunter.
His body ached from the spring, from the unusual condition he was in.
Pain.
He felt pain now, not bad pain, not verbal pain, but a soft deadly pain that threatened to creep up his neck into his skull.
"Valer'k Jiuh Lij!"
He growled into the air, obviously disturbed by his own thoughts, angry his mind had lost it's vice tight grip on reality more then once.
No. No. No. Bad. Bad is pain.
Came his disoriented thoughts as the pain reached his fevered brow.

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