Fairspell Meadow I'm forced to deal with what I feel

At first he seemed to have terrified the coyote girl, but then she lightened up realizing it was him, and she walked towards him. Thatch cracked a bit of a smile. There two things he liked best about Lyda. First was that she was comforting, and kind of understood his situation. Second was that she feared him, and he loved being feared. It made him feel strong, and only the teensiest bit guilty. He came to a stop in front of her and sat down, wanting to talk.

So how have you been? Nobody's done anything to you lately? The ruddy sun colored male asked, feeling slightly protective over her. She was actually older than him, by an entire 6 months. But she was smaller, which made him feel like he had to look out for her. It was strange, the feeling of... care. Diiisgusting. You're disgusting Thatch. You ought to murder this girl and throw her body in a lake that's what you ought to do. Said his evil consciousness, the insane half. But something primal inside him interjected, No Thatch, you ought to help her because she's nice and she cares about you! It was like a little satan and angel stood on his shoulder, fighting for dominance. Unfortunately for his usual personality, the angel won.