Chapter 395: Avarice
For some reason, I was more occupied in my head than the papers on my desk waiting for me. Each time I picked up my pen to sign some documents my mind kept drifting to Singe words.
I have never thought about what it feels like to have a female, to have someone bear your mark. Werelions although territorial we cherish females born with our mark like nature itself, it was considered a blessing and fate. And also an old meaning that the gods haven’t abandoned us.
Maybe the gods abandon me... I have passed the age to find my female and it means no one was ever born with my mark, I have never put much thought into it until now, and it kept me craving for something at the back of my head, to have someone, to possess, someone made for you and no one else.
It’s a crazy thought if you ask me because I don’t ever see myself getting consumed by a female or affections... My mind is a dark space and my constant bloodlust is a far cry from ever wanting normal. My father didn’t just rewrite my DNA with his tricks, he changed me and I became someone, someone entirely different. The past five years have been a battle with my inner desires. A typical rogue has a certain range of bloodlust and a less human side.
I have seen Singe eat uncooked meat many times without bothering to boil the damn thing, even though he knew that shouldn’t be the right act, it’s like a call to nature to him, to sync with that animalistic part of him, what he once was... roaming the wild without a touch of humanity. That was a normal Rogue... but me? My cravings are far too dangerous.
My bloodlust is unhinged.
My aura is suffocating and deadly if I let it out too much.
My sexual desires are an abominable torment that not even having countless She-lions can quench.
And my instincts are far too animalistic than normal.