Losing Control

[silverblackkarr]

He'd spent the last 27 years with red hot hatred for his brother boiling just on the edges of his mind. Usurped, shoved into a closet and left to rust to pieces along with the metal storage building he'd been housed in. Hell, Wilton hadn't even been original with his color scheme. The very thought made his human muscles ache for violent release

Comments

[notwhatiam]

"Hello."

[silverblackkarr]

Interrupted, Karr turned an icy eye on the intruder. "You're not welcome here."

[notwhatiam]

"Really? Any particular reason why?"

[silverblackkarr]

"I don't know you, you came in unbidden and without knocking, and I'm in a particularly foul mood. Now do yourself a favor and make tracks."