Post by brokenwings on May 15, 2009 1:05:00 GMT -5
This is where Stream decided to think a little. This frozen little pond. It seemed strange. He thought of all the lies he had told. All those lies yet no remorse. No remorse, but what of all the people he had ignored and stepped on and over to get to his posistion of power? Stream violently shook his head ridding his head of such thoughts. Who can kill with ideas like that clouding your brain? Definitely not Stream. Still, he had lived his life with no feelings. Maybe he should change that? No! It would get him killed. Resurfacing from his suffocating ideas, he again cocked his head and looked around. Stream caught scent of cats. Not that it mattered. He paw struck out to the ice and cracked it. He bent his head and laxly lapped up the water.