Felidae:

Silly Suckling, I had no intentions of feeding from that empty little head of yours, regardless of how many times you've begged me to do so.

However, this most recent misstep of yours, yet another bungling attempt on your part to once again involve me in your games, has turned my otherwise uninterested attentions towards another, far more delicious little morsel, one who's mind calls to the Darkness within.

Such a pretty little kitten, whose head is full of Dreams.

I think I wish to dance with her.

Brambles:

Aside from the occasional joke, I don't tend to focus on the atrocities committed by other religious fanatics, most of which occurred hundreds of years before my birth, because I'm not that big of a hypocrite.

The second aspect of my Lady rules over the Flesh, holding all acts of the Flesh to be sacred. Unlike some other watered down sex deities, this doesn't just include things which beget pleasure.

Pain is not all she stands for, but it is sacred to her. It is one of the main reasons I don't have too much of a problem with my own pain issues, as if I'm going to be the chosen of a Primordial Proto-Goddess who rules over such things, then I can't really whine too loudly when I'm forced to experience them.

Basically I could indiscriminately commit just about any heinous atrocity known to man and my Lady would be just as pleased by my conduct as if I were to offer aid and comfort to those in need of such niceties.

It's not about right or wrong, as there really isn't such a concept aside from what society has brainwashed us into believing....pain has it's place in the balance. Suffering and destruction are necessities.

I am a strong believer in the Balance, and as such, my faith dictates that all things have an equally important purpose, including those which might be a bit too harsh for the majority to swallow.

I walk the path of the Twisting Briar, so it only makes sense that I'm willing to embrace the thorns which surround me, even as they tear and rend at my own flesh.

Magic and Morals:

I do not believe in a singular reality.

Even without the belief in other worlds, I would still hold that reality is what people make of it. It can bend according to our wills and how we choose to view it.

I believe that through manipulation and deception, that we can change the perceptions, and therefore the realities, of those around us.

This is the core belief behind the path I walk, for what else is Magic but the manipulation of all things based through nothing more than the power of our will?

Then again, maybe that's just the jaded opinion of a diseased mind. What can I say? I was born without a moral compass.

Pointless:

A few weeks ago, I figured out a nifty way to shut down my mind so I can sleep.

A hard, mental push right between my shoulder blades completely clears every thought from my mind for a few minutes, and if I keep doing it, I eventually drift off into a deep sleep.

The downside is that the next day, I'll feel a deep, pulled-muscle pain in that area, which refuses to go away.

I've had my fair share of phantom wounds in the past, so I know that's what this is, I'm just a bit annoyed that something so beneficial could cause this much pain, especially when there's nothing I can do to heal it, and have to just ride it out.

Self-healing isn't one of my strengths, and unfortunately Tylenol doesn't do jack for phantom wounds.

Origins:

I was spawned in the city of Y'ha-nthlei, along with tens of thousands of my brothers and sisters. Somehow, the details are a bit fuzzy, my pod became separated from the clutch and I found myself being hatched upon the land. I have no idea how all of this came about because...well, Duh, I was still fetal at the time, but I do know that a kindly pack of Wolves found and raised me until around my 6th year. 

 

That was when the Gypsies discovered me, living in the wilds and terrorizing the local farmers by liberating their livestock into my belly. The Gypsies wanted to keep me, as a pet of sorts, but their group's Phuri Dae declared me to be cursed, so they had no other recourse than to abandon me on the steps of the first Gadjo household they came across. 
 

Since then I have resided in a perpetual state of confusion.