Who I Will Be
01-05-2014, 01:14 PM
This strange, colorless female took his story in stride. Razo could hardly believe his ears, that she would choose to comfort him, instead of attack or flee. When her paw lit upon his pack her froze, tensing, expect it had all been a trick. Here it is, he thought to himself, but she did not rake her claws into his skin. Slowly, gently, the pad caressed his worried fur. The brute let out a shaky breath, and listened to her go on. She bid him move on, and forget what had so tarnished him before. "There is nothing I would like more," he said quietly, emotion overflowing his voice, the overwhelming flood of emotions flattening his ears. The weight was too much to bear. He rested his head on his front paws, desolation masking his eyes in a glassy sheen. "Only I don't know where to begin. It's terrible Skadi. I was reborn from the water, but the bloodstains remain within me. I dream terrible dreams, and so I cannot sleep. Whenever I see blood I thirst for it, so I cannot hunt. Gods forbid I come across a family of pups in the woods, only they might know if I would snap, if my demons would take over. My past possesses me." He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the world. Voices whispered to him, voices he could not hear or understand. They were all different, and they all wanted something from him. Mercy, or deaths, or his blood on their fangs. How many times had his name been cursed? It seemed that they were all finally getting their revenge. The torment was constant, and weighed on his soul, flattening it and making his physical form frail and weak. Should a band of Militants be on his trail, he would have no hope against them. He felt like wailing, like the weak pups sometimes had, back when he was first being trained. Is this progress, or a regression, he wondered. I cannot tell up from down, me from them, true from false. I barely understand my own species... "Speech" |