Morning Rage

Oct 30, 2005 10:12

I have meditated on the sunrise.

It did little good. My home was violated last night. I have not seen the extent of the damage but Han tells me it is bad.

I am a civilized, rational wookiee. I will allow the police to do their jobs. I will not give in to the howl within me that says I must track Jayne and eat him alive dismember him. Nor must I place him in a slave collar and force him to clean and fix all he has damaged, shocking him as it amuses me until he finishes his task and I electocute him. It frightens me that I want to do the latter so badly it makes my pelt stand on end.

The police will handle Jayne. I will have my hands full with my cubs.

My boy was a fool to allow that one on the ship and a bigger fool to tae him to bed. He knows this, I will not throw it in his face. That kind never gives protection, and the burned bunk and slashed clothing speak of revenge for the act.

My little ones will awake soon. I will be rational and civilized. We shall take the day as it comes and begin the cleanup.

I caught scent of the second man, the one I barely traced, here last night. I will see if I can find it. The place smells clean, but there are many bodies and many, many scents of people.
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