You Were My Conscience...
05-01-2013, 07:42 PM
![[Image: gargie_recokoning_by_kidrylm_writer-d63xnxj.png]](http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/123/0/d/gargie_recokoning_by_kidrylm_writer-d63xnxj.png) ~*~ (ooc: language warning) Ocena's words comforted him some. His trust in her was not misplaced. He remained laying down, trying to let his anger and guilt seep away into the soil, trying to let his fur take root so he would not be tempted to arise and do something he would regret. Within him raged a war - demons of his own contorted self pulled him in so many directions. The one that seemed pulling at his temper flared when the ex-slave made her remarks to Ocena. His jaw clenched til blood threatened to be drawn from his gums. Damn it all. Her words were truth. Within him was the ability to be a ravenous, bloodlusting monster, motivated by every disgusting desire for power. He'd worked so hard to run away from it, but Sperare's very presence was bringing all the memories back to him. All the faces. All the blood. All the feelings he'd tried so hard to drown in the depths of Glaciem's snow. A low warning growl trickled from his maw. How dare she try to bring his wife into this? She was to leave her the hell alone. The thought of what could've happened to Ocena had she entered his life earlier... He couldn't think about it! He couldn't! This was a completely different side of himself - a different world - a different life. It wasn't meant to touch his old one! Again the hateful woman spilled out her venomn. And again Gargoyle's patience was tested to it's utmost limits. If any other creature had dared to use such language to his face - they would no longer have a face of their own! His eyes snapped open - and his jaws dropped to reveal the pink of his gums. Yet again, it seemed it was the son who saved the mother. Gargoyle heard his pitiful words clearly. "Do you not want me mama? Have I done something wrong?" Gargoyle's growl faded. His voice was still stern and rough, but not on the edge of murder. "There, Look what you have done." he spat. "Do not waste your hate on me, she-wolf. I. Don't. Care. I can't care. Any connection to my old life would be dangerous to my new one." His gaze was hard, but the light of sweet violence had faded. The yellow moons glowed now, pale and lifeless. The tone of his voice took up the same pattern. "If you attempt to inspire hate or guilt within me, it'll be the death of you." He sent of snort of hot air out his nostrils, like the huff of a coiled dragon. And really! Compared to others that had fallen into the clutches of the mob. What in hellfire did this fae have to complain about? She was breathing. Her body had not been disabled. She'd even gained a loving child out of it. A child, which was like to become less loving if continued carrying on in this way. "The only way I've come thus far is by burying myself in family; Surrounding myself with those who needed me and thought well of me, even when I had given up hope for my soul. Family is what grounds us, and if you spend your time crying over the past, you'll loose what family you do have." He flicked his tattered ear in the direction of the whelp. ~*~ |
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