Me?

Oh, my dear, is that really what you want? After all we’ve done together, and all I’ve done to you? You still want to hear about me?

That is… delicious. And adorable. I’m a little surprised, certainly. I find myself almost a non-entity in terms of interest, really – it’s you, little darling creatures, you who fascinate me. Then again, you’re already paying the price of curiosity, aren’t you? A little more can’t hurt… well, I think you’d be rather well placed to know how wrong that is, actually. It can hurt so much…

You know the truest of the names I go by. Finn. I’ve had many changes throughout my earlier life, but they were all masks. Deceptions for the dancers, to let my weave my way in and watch them flutter up close. Perhaps even this one is a mask as well, eh? What lies at my core consciousness has never spoken to me, and I cannot know it for what it is.

But very well, let’s have little fun and delve deeper. “What am I?” Who am I? Who is this… this rather daringly handsome lupine who stands before you? What is there within it? What drives its games of laughter and cruelty?

Liar. Oh, yes. It’s an art, really. Lying is not merely a feat of words, you see. You can lie with a glance. You can lie with the way you stand. You can lie with the colour of your teeth. You can lie with anything, and then… ahhh. You can orchestrate them all, everything, every last one, into a perfect symphony of deception. Lies do not just destroy lives, they create them as they see fit. Lives donned like cloaks, shrouding for as long as needed – a few seconds, an hour, a year. And behind… here I prowl, watching you dance with me. And soon, I’ll call the tune.

Lover. That may seem a little narcissistic, perhaps, but it honestly isn’t. I don’t mean that I’m skilled in the ways of seduction and stimulation – I certainly am, and you’ve appreciated the result already, haven’t you? But what I’m talking about is… not loving, but being in love. I have deceived you in nearly every way, but I promise you upon my heart, my love was completely real. Simply because you’re not ever going to leave my embrace does not mean that the embrace itself was just a trap. I want you, my dear little creature. I want you so much it burns my every vein. I want you in every way, mind, body and soul.

And oh, I will have you. Which brings us to…

Lunatic. Because while I am perhaps the least deluded person in any room – after all, I alone seem able to see past my own act – there is no doubt that madness nestles within my soul. I destroy those I love because I love them. I create whole lives just so I can appreciate my consumption of another’s. It’s insane, isn’t it? But what is madness to the madman? It drives me to fuel my dark desires, and gives me the tools to pursue them. It pleasures me with every tiniest fulfilment. It defines my being. In short, I have made friends with it.


Oh, yes. One more thing. And it’s our newest addition, too! Barely a few months old, yet it’s made me what I am in a far, far more literal sense.

Voidtouched.

I’ve always longed for the beautiful souls of the living. Before, I trained myself, trained and taught me, to watch you with all my heart, and over our time, I’d learn yours. Slowly, exquisitely. Delectably.

But since I passed through and suffered and paid the price for the pleasure to come, I can see so much more. I look at you now, you beautiful thing, and I see you. All the way down to your last delicate thought. The cascades of emotion running riot, the roiling stars of pain sparking so mirror-bright in there, the delicious, malicious fruit f your entire life. Ripe to be plucked.

It’s a sight worth murdering for. It’s the most perfect thing in all creation.

And now it belongs to me.

Oh, there’s so much more to my mystery. I can play the sparkle of your soul like a fiddle. But more importantly… I can – with no small amount of effort, mind, this is like dancing in quicktime in fourteen dimensions – manipulate the fabric of your mortal shell. Nothing complicated. Just a little change in dimensions. After all, I’m already taller than you, aren’t I? A few more inches, or feet, won’t matter. Just to make you the perfect size for your perfect body and perfect soul. Just so you slip down all the smoother.

Perhaps I should add that to the list, then. Before I gained my new self, I played the part in name. Now… mmm. Now, you see, I can take you the old-fashioned way. The most delicious way. Slipping down so smoothly… Because perhaps behind it all, the madness and lies and pleasures, there’s only one word which maybe sums me up in my horrible entirety.

Predator.

Now, come close, and let’s make you mine.

This being none other than a simply magnificent depiction of charming wolf and supernaturally gifted sadist Finnley Nero Sharpe, by the hyper-talented and long-suffering artist Neltruin at http://www.furaffinity.net/user/neltruin (seriously, I won't tell you how many revisions I made her go through). Finn first made his debut in my psychological thriller-esque vorishness, Playing God.. It's been a while, but I assure you he's getting quite a bit more attention soon. Oh, yesss...

Finn is a grey wolf, handsome, intelligent, incredibly charismatic and charming.... and also a clinically insane psychopath and one of the most prolific and sadistic serial killers in recent history. His reign of playful terror only ended when the lupine was captured and sentenced to death... but Finn gained much more than that. As the youngest Voidtouched on the block, he possesses near-invulnerability, impossible speed and strength, a vast array of telepathic powers... and the ability to reform his prey's body into a more suitable size. He finds that three inches or so is best for swallowing.

Contains: Finnley Nero Sharpe Wolf lupine sadist maniac psycopath liar lover lunatic Voidtouched predator Goldeneye grinning

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