!qw2cdBTZAc 07/22/11(Fri)22:01 No.15673465|
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"I feel bad for shouting earlier." Fredrick speaks suddenly, his feline face crinkling up like a paper bag as he opens his mouth to speak. "I've been getting madder and madder lately. The more I think about it, the more I realize it's been getting worse." He snorts. "Even back before- back when I was human, I had a temper on me. I even hit my wife once. I should've felt sorry for her, apologized. But the more I thought about what an idiot I'd been, the madder I got." He shakes his head to one side, his horns threatening to scrape the ceiling. "Even now, I still get a little twinge of anger thinking about it.
"Hell, it wouldn't be a problem if it didn't start to burst the 'seals' on my real form." He looks down at one of the huge hand-like paws at the end of his arm, and you hear a deep, near growling sound come from him that you quickly realize is a chuckle. "Some kind of science bullshit. Something about my muscles and whatnot being folded up under my skin. Whatever the case, that's what makes me transform. Anger." He looks down at you, something odd about his small, rounded eyes that your vision can't quite pick up. "I can feel them wearing out. Someday, I might not be able to turn back." He lets out a throaty sigh, padding away a few feet or so. "Anyway, you told me all about your life, figured it couldn't hurt to let you know a bit about me a few months late."
You realize that you recognize the emotion in his face.