Disclaimer: Due to the fact the furies are from Greek Mythology any one can use them. This little diddy is just Hatter musing on the Furies and to give you a good idea of what they look like. It takes place in the asylum were Hatter is being held. Over the victim

We sing the song of madness

Distracting and destroying the mind.

-Aeschylus, the Furies, c. 45 B.C.

I can hear them singing their dreadful tunes, each note bringing a new note of sin and madness to the minds and souls of mad. Those seven beast that were once called the kindly ones in hopes they passed over leaving their victims intact. Now they sit in the cells neighboring mine. In the darkness I can hear the sounds of Gluttony vomiting up her meal and crying as she does so. Her prison reeks of her daily routine and the vile substance that seems to ooze out of every pore like her food out of her stomach. Vile black hair hangs down over her eyes, which glow a eerie yellow when they can be seen.

Next to Gluttony is Pride, staring vainly at his mirror like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the pond. Unfortunately Pride has not turned into a flower or any other object that bering some cheer in this dank asylum. Instead he just sits quietly gazing at reflection preening and primping. His dirty blonde is surprising neat and short, and his sharp gray eyes reflecting his vanity. Next to him is his twin Envy, who cries herself to sleep every night. Scars mar her thin face and body, expressing her self loathing. She collects anything that the others touch hoping that their gifts are blessed on her, but woe be to those who disagree with her or trying to take her treasures for they end up craved up till they are as ugly as she sees her self to be. Then her silvery hair is pulled back and her victim can see the self loathing in her hazel eyes.

Sloth is next, the sad catatonic fury that moves for no one and is trapped in a child like body. He stares blankly at the whole world filled with neither desire or pain. Sometimes I can see him crying with out sound as the tears clear a path on his dust stained cheeks. With white hair and light gray eyes, Sloth is nothing but a statue in his cell and a prisoner within his own body. Sloth doesn't even move when the glittering Greed comes near. Greed whose only passion is to be in power and have riches all to her self. The floor on which she walks is coat with coins she has stolen, and every night she counts them making sure that she hasn't lost any of her gold. Nurses have learned never to clean up the vault of Greed or the may face the wrath of the golden hair and eyed girl.

Then there is the foulest of the furies, a loathsome creature by the name of Lust. Lust is just that a creature of sex and desire. It could take form of both man and woman, seducing both and introducing discord to both. Most of the time it took the form of something that was neither male or female with flashing green eyes and hair that seemed to shine with honey. Finally their was the alpha and omega of the furies, the one that was usually the beginning or the end of each of the furies work, Wrath. Wrath was the worst one with tatters of a strait jacket hang off his frame. A mouth with wolf's teeth and hands ending in wicked claws. He snarls and snaps at all those to draw close to his cage. Black hair does little to hide those viscous jaws and beastly cat eyes.