american boy + open, contemplation

[Guru]

MANICURES AND PEDICURES, I'M ALWAYS TIP TOP
The light dimmed on the island as Guru laid on the beach with her head craned and one paw on her now missing ear. Her actions towards Jacob, along with hurting the child known as London, had caused such a loss, which now she was starting to regret. Why, oh why did she choose to do it? Oh lord... It just had to be the satisfaction.  The rush! The power! It was glorious. Yet, the others did not seem to think the same.

Guru thought this was a clan of pirates who never gave up, who reigned hell... But no! This clan was full of scum like Pincher who reminded her of someone who could not give a vow towards atrocity. To think they did not support her. Obviously, she had to be above them, right? If they didn't understand, then she might just have to introduce her own horrific methods in front of the Typhoon itself. Guru would make them understand her enjoyment. Though, would they ever come to understand her? As she thought, a growl arose in the back of the caracal's throat. 'They will come around,' came her thoughts.

But no, they would never understand.

She was a vile,

Disgusting,

No-good,

Bitch.

Yet, she did not seem to understand this. This world was her world. The things around her are her playthings, even her lover that she obliterated. All she needed was to push them in the right direction and they'd dance her jig. It was pitiful, really. If there were to be any like-minded individuals out there, then they would be in a hell of a competition for the world as you know it.

Still, she was on the down low. There wasn't much to do now after she got her first strike from Pincher. Guru was no monster, but rather someone who indulged in pleasure and for now, she just had to stray until she was in the clear. Then she would go back. Positivity all around, right? When the thought crossed her mind, she visibly scowled and dropped her head slightly towards the ground in disappoint. "Fuck this, sweets," she muttered under her breath. "We'll be back on a roll in no time."

As she finished speaking, her paw lowered from her ear and towards the chopped-off one that laid in front of her. "Now," she cooed silently. "What am I gonna do with you?" Her other paw scratched her forehead in the meantime. This moment had to be commemorated somehow. Necklace? A new hat? Stitch it back on? The ideas were endless.

//this just happened. shrug.