Feeling used, but I'm missing you

@Avicus @Prophet @Tulimaq — Tagging leadership for visibility. Would love to get the chance to rp with one of you; however, anyone else is welcome as well! 

Somehow, the light breeze crawling across the thick patch of fleece was in no way comforting as it once used to be. As a whelp, Kamau had always loved it. The sensation reminded him of a mother’s caress; a light touch that brought comfort in strained times. Yet now — today — it forced his teeth clench and shoulders to tense. 

No longer did he reminisce in those memories. With a hardened heart and cold, frozen-like stare, there was no longer anything worth remembering. 

The feeling festering inside the chest was one of built-up tension, as most recent days had been. Any reeling thoughts had been pent up, locked away in a cage. There was no one he could vent his anger to, or share his queries in hopes of an answer. Though, regardless of how annoying it became, Kamau had grown far too used to not being able to speak. So much so that he'd learned to push all emotion aside. Without such disgusting feelings, there would be little need to vent. Instead, he could do what he does best: maim, kill, destroy. Blood was his comfort — his release — just as his had been to others long ago. A poor influence, most would say. But unlike most poor influences, Kamau couldn't help but allow his attention to linger.

Restless, now. For days upon more days, the shadow-like beast trailed the paths that led him further within the depths of the region. It all was a grand spectacle; but alas, nothing had caught his interest. Perhaps in time, something or another would.