Dementia layed down on his back in his nest, staring up at the roof of the den. He wanted to be alone, feel alone, just be nothing His jaws parted ever so slightly, and he closed his eyes, taking in the scents around him. The Queen wasn't usually in this den that often, so he couldn't detect her lovely scent. Despite his playful, often foolish ways, Queen Rihanna was like his drug - he wanted her, he needed her. It's not like she actually loves me, too... To her, I'm probably just a lost cause, only here 'cause I can sing... I'm not worth anything, I'm just the lowly scum under her paws... He stared blackly up at the den, contemplating the odds of him actually having a chance to show his love for her. Like that would ever happen.
OoC~ I see a bit of competition coming on...


