Hunger for pain

[Rage]

[shadow=red,left,300]Rage[/shadow]
Rotiros squeaked violently for food, unaware there was danger lurking nearby. Tailtip flicked low and dangerously as the Lion's Betio, Rage got ready to pounce. Not even a heartbeat went by before the masculo lunged for one of the rotiros.

With a squeak of alarm, the rest scattered but one, luck wasn't with. Letting out a growl of satisfaction, the dark gray betio grabbed the rotiro in his mouth and spun off in the other direction. Pain was one of his favorite feelings. Pain to others and to himself...well he didn't feel all that much pain.

Wonder if Romeo's around...the thought flashed in his mind before his powerful shoulders shrugged off the thought. Deep red eyes flashed with a powerful emotion. He had hunted now what? Find Winter. He needed a femsico to use at the moment. That or blood. Cat's blood. The rotiro's blood wasn't enough for Rage. He needed more. A hell of a lot more before the night was over.

[Alles ist Scheisse ♥]

What if everything around you,

He blinked; the cruel moonlight through the small openings in the ceiling tossing away the blue shine on his pelt like garbage, but wasn't that who he was? Romeo; the piece of trash. he didn't want anyone, and no one wanted him, and that was the harmony of life in the Lion gang. Beautiful. the demon shivered, glaring at his paws as the water of the puddles on the floor slaughtered themselves against his great, black paws. It amused him to no end, death did. The reaction of the body to death was priceless, when you strike the enemy, muscles loose control, and you flail helplessly for a blink of an eye. And once you were cold, there was no going back. It was so simple. The only problem was that once one is born, they only get to wait. His walking ceased, and he raised his head to the stars. Why the hell wasn't he dead yet?

Isn't quite as it seems?

Yes, yes, this air was right for killing. It was decided as soon as his paws hit the hard, grotesque pools of water once more. How it grabbed him, biting his paw pads and shuddered the coolness through his fur. It was awesome, this beautiful atmosphere. He could feel his fur stand on end with the urge to feel his claws in someone else's pelt, the blood running down his face from the impact of another. Ooh, he loved it. The adrenaline of being hit, the pain that followed, the sure excitement of the thought, 'I'm dying, I'm dying.'
His murderous mind tucked back into his skull, the demon kept walking, his tail trying to escape.

What if all the world you think you know,

A silent screech drafted faintly to his ears. He smelled the blood of prey, blinking his disgustingly handsome eyes. Ears would twitch simultaneously, as well as his rounded tail, scraping it against the wet tips of the concrete. The demon continued to walk, ignoring the moon, mocking him. It slapped him on the face as he felt it through the wind of movement, Rage. Romeo stopped, and he smiled, closing his eyes. He continued to walk, dropping the happy expression and opening his eyes as the corner turned and showed him his, as far as he knew, faithful betio. He smiled at the gray figure, murder and grace plastered upon it.

Rage, He bowed his head in hello.

Is an elaborate dream?