Azurai Frostwing

Next time your cat watches you intently from across the room, wonder why it is staring at you. Is it watching your every action, observing so that it may predict your reactions when it comes hurtling across the room and sinks its fangs into your leg, splattering blood everywhere and earning a horrifying scream from you? When you lie writhing on the floor in agony, blood gushing out of the wound, will it sit there and meow, mocking your pain?
Pft. Nah, it's just watching you.
Honestly, don't take me seriously. I'm not the person you'd want to take seriously. I'm a really big slacker. I love art, by the way. And ranting. And writing, obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be here. Right? Right.
Fear my power.
Why I should explain about myself in this little box, I don't know. Do you know? Probably not. You can't talk to a box.
...I think I'm losing my mind.
[Box subject to change whenever I feel like it.]