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"Aaaaaaaaah,"

The crying, the pain, her right arm felt like it was going limp each second she wasted on trying to spot the one who once had desired more of her death. Loooong animalistic nails scratching down already bloody arm. "Siiiiire!" The long cry was heard all over around her as she continued to helplessly wander about. Her nose was picking up his remembered scent, eyes teary. From crying to paused, this continued for a few minutes as her body stumbled and bumped against walls. She was too busy crying and making noises her tongue couldn't click fast enough to give her the best information of her surroundings.

Pause.

Steps were dead in their tracks and the facial expressions that were once looking like a child's own that had just hurt it's knee and made a 'boo-boo' were gone in an instant. The mood swings were real, she was not faking to be hurt nor faking her emotions. How they could easily disappear and re-appear, not even other insane creatures could understand.
There it came, again. Serious, cold dead hearted expression broke like a shattered mirror.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Eyes closed and lips retreated back as the femine figure of the fledgling lolled back and forth in great misery and desperation. Her mind was blank and in no worry of other predator-like serpents like her were around and that was a disadvantage of her own suffering. Fortunately, her previous mood swing had gave her enough time to suck up all the snot within her running nose and track down one last time her sire's excact position. Behind a wall... Hidden from her. Was he trying to avoid her? Her true father? Her savior? Her everything? All she had in her life, behind a wall. Deep thrown into emotions prevented her from thinking true sense and having some other ideas in her mind. For example, he could be feeding? Mayhaps picking up objects to give to her? Every idea she could think of, blurred out by tears of shadows.

As nude dirty feet carried her forward, another wave of emotion struck her like an angry sea! This time, it be anger!
Like a brat in chains 'it' made a face by lowering down the corners of her mouth and took a deep breath, now standing behind the wall he was standing right at. "SIRE!" A powerful screech, followed by tears of saddness and mixed feelings of anger, hate and loneliness. MAYHAPS she was trying to get his attention! Oh, would that not be enough? The hand that was supporting her aching arm was now against the wall, long nails powerfully striking the obstacle that stood in front of her. "Ngh!" The effort clear in her face, melody of thoughts changing back to a symphony of loneliness. With all her might she helplessly attempted again and again her strikes, which had only put a few scratches on the still under construction wall. Thick! TOO THICK, it was making her angry again... He could hear her, didn't he? She hoped not, for another breath was entering her lungs once more, threatening to bring another powerful roar!

His head rolled back and forth as he hummed a few bars from ZZ Top. All the lights in the room were turned off, but that was to be expected as the factory was supposed to be closed for the night. Shamus had stumbled along the quiet place while out on a random walk. The machines in the industrial district always managed to catch his eye. It was not that they were beautiful it was the things that they did. Flawless movements with perfect precision. Truly marvelous.

A hand moved slowly over a crane as he thought about getting in it to take a test drive. A hand crept up to his face as he scratched at his chin. It would have to happen, it needed to happen. Carefully Shamus climbed up on to the crane and set himself in the driver's seat. The keys had been left and with a bark of laughter he turned the key over to hear the engine come to life. He then did all that was left to do, he pressed on the accelerator.

Forward the crane inched, closer and closer towards a conveyor belt and its stations. Shamus leaned forward and pressed harder upon the accelerator. As the crane crashed into all the machinery, his head fell backwards as he was overcome with a fit of laughter. Barking like mad he rolled out of the crane, landing on the floor and just laying there. Still he shook with laughter and remained on the floor until he had his composure. His head rolled around in a few circles before he spat, "There be more beauty in imperfection."

At a casual pace, Shamus began to stroll around the building, looking at the scene on the whole. It was nice in a cluttered fashion, he would need to give it a few more tweaks before it was acceptable. A shrill yell pierced through the air and he turned to look at a wall with a raised brow. It made no sense. He scratched at his head a bit and walked over to a window and opened it before looking outside.

There crouched a hideous scene. He scratched at his chin a bit as another shrill yell pierced the heavens. Blinking rapidly and rubbing his ears Shamus looked down at Misstra. He shook his head a bit and looked up towards the sky. It was such a peaceful night. He rolled his head around in a few circles before taking her into his view once more, "What do ya be hollerin' out for? Ya plan ta wake tha whole neighborhood? Oi vey... What a sight ya be."

It couldn't stay hidden for long, her lungs were already filled with the breath and the grimace was made again before she opened her jaws for the same brat-like screech. For some reason, it had come out less angrier this time, her mad saddness had pushed her cords back down her throat and she felt like swallowing a cactus as she unleashed her raging emotions; Powerful and sharp like a burning fire! Just as she was about to faint from the exhaustion, she heard foot-steps approaching. Even the sound and pace they walked, made Misstra's lips retreat back and away from her jaws as much as they could, showing bright fangs to the wall before her before she turned her skull towards the approaching creature. With teeth still bared, eyes blinked once and her figure leant forward, allowing her 'paws' to rest upon the ground, the right one weaker than the other.

She was about to speak her mind upon the creeping fool!... Only to find out the scent was well matched with someone she already knew. Click her pink muscle hit the roof of her mouth before whipping back down, the sound escaping between slightly parted jaws to find a target and bouncing back to arrive into strong ears. Within her mind, twas as if her whole pitch black darkness shone a bright white wave which revealed figures, silhouettes not very well shaped, objects and so on and so forth. Counted steps were made as she rode now on all fours, knees bent and face still teary. The water returned once she let out another raspy word, lower lip begun to twitch violently as she pressed white haired skull against the shin of her fatherly figure to take a good sniff of snot. "Thank you, thank you..." thoughtless whispers were spoken, not sure herself what she was talking about. Skull moved left and right almost as if rubbed it against him, but she wasn't... Thoughts made her head move left and right like a confused cow; Upon finishing her own thoughts she creeped her white covered figure to try and sneak a ride in between his legs, quickly and steadily. "Hurts, it hurts... Kiss it better!" Oh... A lost image of her mother, was she going back in time now? With eyes closed her imagination now ran free like a train passing it's speed-limit, hands pressing harder against the ground. IF she did success passing in between thy Sire's legs, her petite fragile frame could be now seen circling around a leg of his, hummed cries of pain and with eyes remained shut, this action brought.... Life and happiness back within her!

The feeling was... Just.. Couldn't be compared! She was now where she desired to be; Close to her sire!
It mattered not if he could fix her broken emotions or weak bloody arm, all she ever desired now was to be held and pet by him. Negative, she was no pet. Many mistakened her for being one now that she was by Shamus' side, but what would you do if you had your sight and mind lost? One could only hope to be such as clever as Misstra when it came to use her disabilities as advantages of her other abilities! Time went by and she could no longer trust her legs only, for this was why she was always with hands on the ground. As for the petting... What child was fool enough not to feel loved by a simple brush of the hair?
"Sire, sire, I pain and hurt I feel!" She finally spoke her problem in riddles with depth, as her repeated circle around a leg of his continued, only stopping to circle the other limb, which in her mind was feeling lonely and not shown the same amount of adoration. "Fall, I did, yes yes..." Paused. Now from down beneath she rose her skull to open her eyes finally and face the side of his left, thinking it was his skull; Shoulder. "But you!" Her pause ended and she once more desired to happily cross his path again and again, now showing her love for both legs of his by going a full circle around him. "You.. Here, it makes me happy." Her words trailed off like a silent mumble, hand rising quickly to attempt and scratch an itchy part of her neck, bit wounds still upon them even if faded to almost nothing.