When I hear that someone has hurt my mother or little sisters - has made them cry, embarrassed, or belittled - I want to slice their entrails out while they are fully conscious.

I want to fucking disembowel them until they regret every descision of their life.

I want to see them bloodied and bruised on their knees to make up for the bruises they've inflicted on my wards' consciousness.

When I hear about or see that someone makes my sisters or mother feel wronged, my body boils over and vibrates in an incessant rage. Warning sirens go off in my mind with a message that I have failed my base allegiance until revenge is wrought.

It's so uncomfortable.

My heartbeat spikes, my eyes narrow, my fists clench. A single thought clouds my mind and yet it runs in a list of possibilities. Scenario after scenario courses through my veins showing the retaliatory pain I could induce tenfold.

And all I do is boil in the torrents of furry until they pass.

11-2-22