Shoved away into the corners of the table, the cords were messy. But it wasn't the mess that caught Tyzon's attention.

Sparks. He noticed. Sparks of electricity glimmering from a broken outlet.

He wasn't meant to touch it, he vaguely remembered his parents cautioning him. They had tried their best to protect him, well, at least he tried convincing himself it was like that. They had done everything they could-

"-THEN WHY" He howled, "WHY WAS I TAKEN AWAY, WHY WAS I DENIED OF ALL OF THIS"

The walls echoed not in response but as a result of silence retreating into a corner. Why? Because the walls couldn't respond. Why? Because there was, and there will always be, only silence.

But sparks.

Yes he cared for what his parents have to say but. But he's so big now, Tyzon's strong now, surely this spark is no big deal. This spark, that dared defied his moment with his friend, the silence. This spark, like the eyes of someone he knew, someone that defied death ordered by Tyzon The Pack Leader. 

"OOOOO WILL FINISH YOU OFF MY SELF" He said as he reached out into the walls, his fingernails ready to go in. "RIP OUT YOUR INSIDES LIKE I DID THE LAST ONE."

And just like the one, pain it was that Tyzon felt, as a strange jolt traveled through his body, like none other could offer. What is this... thing? He thought as he pulled his arms back. But no, he must go back in.

And there it was again, that sensation that burnt through his flesh, lighting up fire in places no weapons could reach.

"YOU DARE DEFY ME?" He said. He wasn't meant to touch it. He wasn't meant to feel this.

But he did.

The way the sparks repelled his touch only drew him in more. He knows they will condemn him for this, his parents, the rest of the pack. But they will not know, he put his arms on the walls, his giant figure hiding his movements with the holes from view.

He threw his claws into the wall, but the pain only grew stronger. In anger he ravaged and growled. The surrounding cords crept and entangled around his arms, along with his movements, sending stronger and stronger jolts of electricity to places he knows he should protect.

But loving it only hurts his pride even more. And hurting only further fueled his attacks on this object of his fixation. HE MUSTN'T, BUT OH HE WILL, he thought, as he threw his whole body body towards it....

And finished off.

Huffing, and heaving, and prize in hand, he turned around and showed it to the one behind him. The only one.

"*GROoooooWL* This time, YOU clean up the mess."