Feb 19, 2010 21:21
Lucivar has been spending much of the past while outside, because he can't stand to be inside. The warmth and constriction indoors grates under his skin. The smell of all the females in the house overwhelms his instincts by turn to protect or to kill.
Moving through the familiar motions with the Eyrien sticks, he's trying very hard to purge his mind of any thought. It's not quite working, but he'll continue trying, because he doesn't know what to do if he doesn't try.
Isn't even sure, at the moment, what he can do to drive this feeling away.
Open, completely, though he is dangerous and in a very bad mood. Things may get adult or nasty in comments.