"well its calmer to the ppl who are its friends, but it doesnt know who its friends are or who can be trusted. so i try not to get mad but once i am...it emerges. and i just lose control. im inside, screaming at it but it wont listen. it just kills and kills and kills, and i hate it. no, its not gone forever. it will always be there, lurking. which is why i need to confront it, and tell it who can be trusted and who is the enemy. that way i can be in control. i love to lose control when im hunting, in fox form, not demon, but once it comes, im gone till the next day." *lays in the grass, on my back, in the shade of an oak.*