HAVING TO ENDURE IT.

[CYTRICAL™]

CYTRICAL AWOKE WITH A START, HIS BREATHING IRREGULAR AND HIS BODY TREMBLING WITH FEAR. HE SHOOK HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY TO CALM HIS MIND, HIS PAWS TWITCHING WITH SLIGHT AGITATION FROM THE TERRIFYING NIGHTMARE HE HAD JUST ENDURED. “THAT DREAM . . . ” HE RASPED, CLOSING HIS BLOOD-SHOT EYES. “ . . . IT NEVER SEEMS TO STOP,” HE DROPPED HIS HEAD INTO HIS PAWS, PULLING HIMSELF INTO A TIGHT BALL WITH CHOCKING SOBS. HE COULD REMEMBER IT SO CLEARLY, THE BLOOD, THE GORE – THE DYING SCREAMS OF THOSE BEING MUTILATED – ALL OF IT. IT NEVER CEASED TO PLAGUE HIS DREAMS, CONSTANTLY HARASSING HIM WITH ITS HORRIFYING MEMORY. “WHEN WILL IT EVER END?” HE ASKED THROUGH CLENCHED TEETH, HIS CLAWS SCRAPING THE STONE SURFACE. EVERY NIGHT HE FEARED TO SLEEP, KNOWING FULL WELL THAT THE SAME NIGHTMARE WOULD COME AGAIN AND HAUNT HIM. ALL HE COULD DO, WAS ENDURE IT. “SOMEWAY . . . SOMEHOW . . . ” HE GROWLED MENACINGLY, LIFTING HIMSELF UP FROM THE GROUND WITH HIS FUR STICKING OUT LIKE A PRICKLY BUSH.. “THEY WILL PAY,” HE SPAT, CLAWING THE WALL FIERCELY IN A SWIFT STROKE. “I PROMISE ON THAT-” HE STOPPED SUDDENLY, TURNING HIS HEAD TO FACE THE ENTRANCE OF THE CAVE WITH SUSPICION; FEELING SOMEWHAT OF A PRESENCE LINGERING BY.

SOMEONE WAS SPYING ON HIM.[/font]