Am I Losing My Mind?
Ganta blinked with surprise, stumbling back as a flurry of movement suddenly flashed before his eyes. To his surprise a small wolf shouted out him, his English touched with some sort of foreign accent. But despite that Ganta understood, or at least thought he did, what the younger one was trying to tell him. This was his home... And... What was he doing here he supposed. Ganta frowned, flicking one ear back as he watched the pup.
The other was interestingly marked. Colors of fire marked the younger wolf’s coat making Ganta wonder about him. But he didn’t show any aggression, watching as the pup edged closer and closer until he stood on his tip toes to try and touch the fur on his head. He leaned forward, slowly and just enough that the pup could do so, a small smile coming on his face. The child believed he was born from a god? Interesting. Deciding to play along Ganta told his own tale.
“I assure you I’m here to cause you or your home no harm, God-Child.” His silvery-white eyes shown with sincerity as he spoke, though his next words were a bit of truth mixed with his own twist of fantasy... Mainly for the sake of the child before him. “I suppose I’m different because I’m the child of an angel and the devil himself.” Ganta lowered himself to the ground, hoping that his motions weren’t too fast and he wouldn’t startled the younger wolf.
“They say that he stole her from the gods. A beautiful angel who followed him anywhere and everywhere, caught in the darkness and evil of his heart. Blind to the cruelty in his nature.” Ganta frowned. “The angel loved him so. She followed the devil everywhere... Even when he went back to the realm of the dead. She left us, her children, behind. But...” His eyes shown with a mischievous glint.
“My brother Obscoro and I are still here. We’re only part angel, so we couldn’t follow her. Being part devil, like our father, we couldn’t follow him either. So we’re stuck here to try and make something of ourselves on this plane.” The tale fell so easily from his lips, distracting him from his earlier trouble. Funny how a cute pup could serve as a distraction.
“...since you are a child of the Gods that must means my mother would have worked under your parents.” He offered the pup a smile. “Do you think we could be friends? I can give you my name first if you want.” |
I'm here without you...