We Will Not Go Quietly
01-30-2018, 09:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-30-2018, 09:37 PM by Philomena.)
The female flicked her ears back, giving a light growl. “You don’t know my father… and as far as I’m concerned, if there are Gods, that don’t give a crap about the living.” Her words grew colder, a bit of temper flaring with them. To present them salvation… that was bullshit in and of itself too. But that was what this man believed. Philomena let her gaze roam, anywhere but his own, to avoid allowing him to see the sadness, anger and rage that bubbled within her heart. But his next reaction caught her off guard.
Her mouth parted. She was silent til he fished. “Dragoste was a pack of Love,” She said, keeping the bite back away from her words. “...and for the record… I wasn’t there when you guys attacked. I hadn’t been there in a long time.” Her words grew quieter as she responded to the words the male had spoken.
“I will tell of the truth… but you need know that I do not believe in such Gods… and neither did my father. But if you truly believe yourselves to be some saviors…” She bit her lip, shaking her head before she uttered something she’d regret. “You didn’t give a choice. You gave an ultimatum. Live. Or Die. That is evil. It is wrong. From what I heard you only met with my father... If YOU cared about our people you would have given them the freedom of choice… What were they to think, with wolves coming and sniffing around their home? It’s not how things are done, Emperor.”
Philomena fixed her gaze on the man now. “My father loved his pack enough to give them their own choice, not to decide for them. He wanted to give them that chance, even if it meant his life. But… perhaps to a degree you were both wrong in how you acted.” Philomena looked away. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had the chance to speak to my father since I was hardly a season old… and now I won’t have that chance. I suppose that makes me bitter.” Philomena bristled.
“But don’t you dare think...” She growled. “My father never gave me a choice. Never gave any of us a choice. If you want others to join your ranks, try showing more compassion next time. Flies are better caught with honey than molasses.” She was already beginning to move, starting towards the neutral lands. But she stopped, looking over her shoulder at the Risen Emperor.
“...so I will speak the truth, Emperor… and in return I ask of you but one request.” Philly’s blue gaze flashed. “When we do meet on that battlefield, and that choice is made, it will be but you and I to go about the outcome. Not your family’s fight, nor mine, but yours and mine alone.” Without waiting for an answer, perhaps because she didn’t want to hear it either way, Philomena turned back towards the neutral lands, calling to her brother.
It was time to move on.
-Exit Philly-
Her mouth parted. She was silent til he fished. “Dragoste was a pack of Love,” She said, keeping the bite back away from her words. “...and for the record… I wasn’t there when you guys attacked. I hadn’t been there in a long time.” Her words grew quieter as she responded to the words the male had spoken.
“I will tell of the truth… but you need know that I do not believe in such Gods… and neither did my father. But if you truly believe yourselves to be some saviors…” She bit her lip, shaking her head before she uttered something she’d regret. “You didn’t give a choice. You gave an ultimatum. Live. Or Die. That is evil. It is wrong. From what I heard you only met with my father... If YOU cared about our people you would have given them the freedom of choice… What were they to think, with wolves coming and sniffing around their home? It’s not how things are done, Emperor.”
Philomena fixed her gaze on the man now. “My father loved his pack enough to give them their own choice, not to decide for them. He wanted to give them that chance, even if it meant his life. But… perhaps to a degree you were both wrong in how you acted.” Philomena looked away. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had the chance to speak to my father since I was hardly a season old… and now I won’t have that chance. I suppose that makes me bitter.” Philomena bristled.
“But don’t you dare think...” She growled. “My father never gave me a choice. Never gave any of us a choice. If you want others to join your ranks, try showing more compassion next time. Flies are better caught with honey than molasses.” She was already beginning to move, starting towards the neutral lands. But she stopped, looking over her shoulder at the Risen Emperor.
“...so I will speak the truth, Emperor… and in return I ask of you but one request.” Philly’s blue gaze flashed. “When we do meet on that battlefield, and that choice is made, it will be but you and I to go about the outcome. Not your family’s fight, nor mine, but yours and mine alone.” Without waiting for an answer, perhaps because she didn’t want to hear it either way, Philomena turned back towards the neutral lands, calling to her brother.
It was time to move on.
-Exit Philly-
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