Here Lies A Fool
06-17-2013, 02:48 PM
[WARNING: Swearing]
in the game of thrones, you win or you die
Aditsan Achak
there is no middle ground
Adit had been called many things, but for a wolf to assume he was going crazy from the heat or dehydration, that was a new one for him. It made him angry, not just angry, furious. "You'd do best to watch your tongue bitch, before I have to teach you your place." The hiss was purely vile, and he made a point to note the sexism that he knew. That he was better than her because he was a male and she was a female. He had grown up in a patriarchal [men dominated] society. His theory behind it was that it was better than racism, colored fur over white fur, like he knew one man to be. He had run into him on his travels.
His eyes met hers, a pure challenge almost if she could call it that. "I speak to myself because it reminds me who I am and what purpose I have on this planet. Now stay out of my fur." He said, turning to walk away from her, almost because he was mad, but partially because he just didn't want to talk to the bitch in front of him, he wanted her away from him before he lost his cool. Normally he didn't do such around the ladies. "I am Aditsan Achak, first of his name, rightful ruler of Serpent's Grave and heir to its throne. I am a pure one, and I am superior." He found himself listening, whispering, meditating into his deep core mind. He knew who he was, but he needed a reminder every day, every hour, every minute. If he forgot, who was he to be?
Left, left, left, right, right, right, that is all life seems to be. He told himself, his eyes calm, as he turned back around, undecided if he would walk out on this fine young lady or if he would stay and preach.
Wear your scars like medals of glory
Adit had been called many things, but for a wolf to assume he was going crazy from the heat or dehydration, that was a new one for him. It made him angry, not just angry, furious. "You'd do best to watch your tongue bitch, before I have to teach you your place." The hiss was purely vile, and he made a point to note the sexism that he knew. That he was better than her because he was a male and she was a female. He had grown up in a patriarchal [men dominated] society. His theory behind it was that it was better than racism, colored fur over white fur, like he knew one man to be. He had run into him on his travels.
His eyes met hers, a pure challenge almost if she could call it that. "I speak to myself because it reminds me who I am and what purpose I have on this planet. Now stay out of my fur." He said, turning to walk away from her, almost because he was mad, but partially because he just didn't want to talk to the bitch in front of him, he wanted her away from him before he lost his cool. Normally he didn't do such around the ladies. "I am Aditsan Achak, first of his name, rightful ruler of Serpent's Grave and heir to its throne. I am a pure one, and I am superior." He found himself listening, whispering, meditating into his deep core mind. He knew who he was, but he needed a reminder every day, every hour, every minute. If he forgot, who was he to be?
Left, left, left, right, right, right, that is all life seems to be. He told himself, his eyes calm, as he turned back around, undecided if he would walk out on this fine young lady or if he would stay and preach.