it's not really the meat that you want, it's the soul.

when you have no soul... it's the only thing you CRAVE. going to the farthest lengths to satisfy that HUNGER. while it eats away at you.

I have very little left...

I wouldn't say that.

you have to constantly be working to keep the remanence of your soul working.

... I'm unsure.

let's just keep this a secret. between you and me...ok my little angel.

and...I'm just going to tell you in advance...your mom is wearing a collar...

wait you have a collar?

I'm going to have to have a little chat with justen...

You're no fun.

can I at least make him feel a mild amount of pain?

Angel no...if you kill him imma kill you. *glares at wyatt*

If you hurt him, i will hurt you

*sigh* I'm going to go get something to eat.

I want food too

also, i heard about your soul problems....why didn't you want me to know?

ok, I'll make us pancakes. and angel my way of chatting would involve me breaking both of his legs.

Why?

because if you knew what I did to sustain myself then you would see me a lot differently...

eh....I don't have one either so...

*starts making pancakes*

*sits down at the table*

*grabs something out of the fridge and pours it on the pancakes*

hmm...what is that?

*glares at justen* If you say anything like what you said to my baby last time again....I will make you unable to walk and torture you, then let you bleed out where nobody can hear your cries for help....do you understand?

*smiles* I put in some spices.

Ooo~ what kind?

well this should make them taste more like eggs.

okay... Is there oregano or sage in there?

no it's an exotic herb.

...interesting..

I get my herbs from all around the world. hand picked.

okay...

hope you like it! *sets on table*

*starts eating it*

how is it? ^W^

mmm...this is good

That's great to hear... how are you feeling now. has the sickness passed?

for a bit

well... Im glad I don't have to carry it.

*glares at you*

^W^

then again now I have to deal with your moodswings.

_~_

well its true.

...

you go from f**k off to crying.

**** you...

Do I need to get the spray bottle for my pet~?

*hisses*

stop hissing.

*hisses louder*

if you don't stop then no cuddles

*hisses even louder*

*imitates hiss*

*whimpers*

oh dont worry. your master won't hurt you...without your consent.

*curls up*

hey, *cuddles* let's just cuddle...ok?

*pushes you away*

*back up* ok... let's just go to sleep.

*falls asleep*

*sigh* *falls asleep*