Blood is my name, Blood and warmth. I kill because I can, I kill because I find the slow death of others entertaining. I eat my victims, I toy with them in their terror, kill them, and eat their flesh. Sometimes it gives me furballs. But I am Blood, they call me that here -- I am the destroyer. Mice fear me.
My female might be missing.
I was laying by the fire that HE had made for me, warming my muscles against the chill of the cold season, staying limber by staying still; when HE started making it dark everywhere. Every night, HE walks through the family den, chamber to chamber, and makes it go dark. HE does this to prepare the world for my destruction -- I hunt best in total darkness.
HE goes up to where his kittens rest (they are getting larger now, should be hunting by now, in my opinion) and speaks over them. HE does this ritual every night, usually laying his hand on my head as I settle in the young male's nest, reassuring HIM that I will watch out for danger.
But tonight, HE was unsettled. HE did not turn the light to darkness, HE began turning the darkness to light! HE shouted for my female over and over. HE made
