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[justify][size=8]Sitri was sick of a certain fear he had. It was hidden deep within his mind, something that hardly ever had the chance to show itself; the fear of submission. Being respectful without a snide comment, being polite, hell, even being tickled. He hated all of it. But there was one thing included in this stupid fear of him that he couldn't stand. And therefore, he was eradicating it.
The feline was sitting in the middle of camp, leaning against a hut with his eyes closed, a paw pressed to his forehead; he'd never attempted to go into his own mind before, but now was a perfect time to try it out. So, the fluffy feline cringed as he lowered his mental barriers, slipping in easily and searching his own memories for the ones with his mortal parents. Ah, yes, here we go. The one with all the threatening to eat him shit. Grabbing firmly onto the memory, the huskarl's face twisted into a grimace as he began to repress it, forcing it back, but not destroying it completely. He doubted he'd be able to do that. After a while, it began to hurt, but he pushed onward; for some reason, the pain felt... Good. Damn, maybe he was a masochist after all, but it'd been hidden by this pesky fear. Huh, both sadism and masochism. What a nice combination.
When he'd finally hidden it, he blinked open his eyes, briefly forgetting what he'd been doing. For all he knew, he'd been asleep or something. Shrugging, and not remembering what he'd just done, the demon pushed himself off the wall, almost immediately tripping over a dip in the ground—wonderful. Fuck blindness. When he hit the ground, though, the pain only made him giggle to himself; it felt nice. Conjuring a knife, the feline ran it down one of his arms, watching the blood well up on his skin with narrowed blind optics, a smile twisting onto his face. Oh, that felt really nice. Well. Guess Sitri was a masochist alongside his sadism now. How nice.
// wow i was an idiot and posted this on set's account briefly
i blame firefox crashing
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