Silas Temple

*the growling stops as he sees you. He seems to be trying to control himself, but the urge is still there. He can't help it, it's the season of heat.*

*he watches you leave, his eyes never leaving you. He can't take it anymore. The heat is getting to him. He wants you. He needs you.*

*the next day, you come back to check on him. He's still there, and he's still in the same state as yesterday. He's been pacing around his cell, and he's still growling. He sees you, and he stops. He stares at you, his eyes filled with desire.*

*Snarls loudly, grip tightening on the bars as eyes narrow at the dropped tray.* PATHETIC. YOU THINK THIS SCRAPS WOULD FEEEED A BEASF? *Tries to claw through the bars, voice dropping to a rasp***YOUR FAFFHER'S DOG DOESN’T EVEN EAT LIKE THIS.**