Who I Will Be
01-04-2014, 06:20 PM
That the fae seemed so surprised by his own youth's customs, in truth, did not surprise the man so much. He knew it was very different from the other wolves he had met or seen thus far, and had come to understood that he was most likely in the minority, even vast minority. The second blow to his way of life came when the milky fae told him her mother had taught her how to hunt. That a wench would be in a position to raise, let alone teach a pup seemed... Well, Razo didn't know how that should seem any more. He supposed maybe it was time he began to think of this as normal. That she did not, nor ever had, and escort was less surprising. In truth, Razo's pack had never used them either, but nor had a woman ever been permitted to leave the camp. It just had seemed odd to them that she might have the freedom to come and go as she pleased. The wolve's outlook on albinism, however, was finally something he understood, or recognized as familiar. "Those lacking pigment were not welcome in my homeland, either," he mused quietly, still digesting all she had said. Finally, when Skadi offered to answer all his questions, Razo froze. Surely this was his chance for a full, or at least partial, grasp of the world? Skadi seemed well traveled, but also experienced, if the scars on her limbs were anything to guess by. Even if she was, as she thought, a minority, it would be a perspective he had never had before. Furthermore, she seemed friendly and at east with him. Razo lifted his gaze to hers, searching for what he might find there. Finally, he let out a slow, long breath. As if not sure the best way to phrase himself, the words he spoke came out choppy, and uncertain. "Skadi... if you could help me, I'd be most grateful. I must tell you a terrible story, and if you feel you must leave me, I understand." His words after poured forth in a terrible torrent. He told her everything, of his birth, of killing the den mother, his brother in training. He told her of the horrible way the Militants had operated, and of all the terrible sins he had committed. Gruesome, terrible, unthinkable things. Finally, he was able to tell her of the final day as Razo the Demonborn, when his closest friend had attempted to end his life, and he had met a god or a true demon instead. He told her of the terrible, rending, excruciating pain he had caused and thus suffered, and of the ultimatum given to him. From the moment he awoke on the riverbank to now, as he tried to learn and understand what he should do now, he had been terribly confused and afraid. He looked to Skadi with pleading eyes, and begged her. "Please Skadi, I don't know what to do..." "Talk" Think "You" |