"Unnrgnh."       He flipped his eyes open like the pages of a book. He couldn't say if twas whether or not crumpled pages littered with cringes. His eyes yet were heavy. He wanted to close them again. Pulpy pleasure fiddled with his instinct. He knew that he had no power over that feeling. Even if he did have power over it, he wasn't sure how long he would have to trail the odds. A part of him wanted him awake, but he wasn't sure whether or not he would put up with it and brace its leaning expectations. His eyelids did skip like gazelle. He didn't know what to think. The whooshing of the wind was tantamount to the crooning of a mass choir. He wasn't sure where he was. His instinct was sweeping ideas into a whole. Confetti of wishes were blown by the tempest of his curiosity. He didn't know the odds of the occurrence. He had no idea of the odds of his present state. He didn't want to nurse odd though

     "For what will you prepare me?"      "Will you keep being mute!"       "Don't be that harsh on him."      His eyes were the only part of his body which did second to his anxiety. Other parts of the body were evil and wicked. They had all left him to the plight and he would do his best to make the meaning of all. He had been trying before but of course it had been to no avail. There was nothing else he could do. He knew that but kept assuring himself that sooner or later he would have to deal with whether or not he was a thing with the stance. He kept his gaze and kept abreast of where they were taking him. He had no idea why they had put him far from their cubicles. How about if some stray hound made meal of him when he was yet sleeping? What if he had been attacked off guard by the wiles of the time. He was glad that not

.    "Why sit all alone?"       He looked closely at her. She obviously was indifferent and he could figure that out. He knew that she had all her rights to be vexed with him. He knew that he did more than what could had pricked her rage. He knew that he had stepped off his boundaries. He was yet trying to figure out what he was thinking before he did that to her. He didn't want to revive the odd thoughts. He didn't want to prune the odd thoughts. He didn't want to make mountain of a molehill, though the mountain had been stanced. His worries were quite inflected by the stanced rage. Twas as stanced as a salient sequoia. He had no idea what was rippling through her consciousness. He had no idea what was ripping off her consciousness. He had no idea what had her buried in thoughts. He couldn't really be sure. But a part of him thought that what he had done to her availed all her worries. He actually didn't know what

      How'd you do that?"       He hurled the syllabic spell at her as he tried to help Chloe up. Chloe was more than what he had thought him to be. He was quite heavy and could do whatever he wanted to. Probably that was why he had chosen the quality of being a rogue over other sane qualities. He couldn't be sure actually of what to think. He looked at the lady. She seemed to be indifferent and feigned to have nothing to say. He knew where that was headed. He didn't know whether or not he was supposed to had asked her that question. He didn't know whether or not he had supposed to had pulled that string and watch the rusty rhythm rave in rage. He had just said something. He couldn't hide his curiosity. He wasn't good at it. He had no idea if that was actually a defect for an Alpha. He knew that he would have to get some writings inscribed probably in the walls before he would be able to make meaning of a