Dark Thoughts Lead To Darker Places
06-15-2014, 04:48 AM
The boy was cured, his sickness dissipating with each passing day. However, his body would remain in a weakened state. He was still recovering, so in the meantime he would meander about the lands of Valhalla, wondering if he'd run into someone familiar, or perhaps a new face he had yet to meet. So far, the wolves of Valhalla had all been quite nice. And he wondered if all the wolves in Valhalla were like that, or if they contained dark motives within their hearts. The male walked across the druids moor, the fog thin and disappearing as the winds silver kiss cleared the air of its hold. The black and white cross marked male walked silently, head low. He didn't look entirely like himself just yet, nor did he completely feel normal. But he hoped to soon, his mind was just tired from the ravaging disease that threatened to take him. He still saw, from time to time, the demonic creature that had stalked within his den that day. The creature that had caused him to snap at Sephiroth, scarring his muzzle. Jinxx felt bad about it afterwards, when he was sane enough to know what had happened...for he was never aggressive, but his true colors seemed to show that day. He was weak of heart and mind, that much had shown. He had portrayed a side of him that none had ever seen, thus drawing blood from his Beta. The male heaved a sigh, wondering then, if there truly was a much darker side to him. And if so, would he end up like Lunatik? The male would violently shake his head, "I'll never be like that bastard! And I'll fight against him, and those like him!" He hissed under his breath, for he held hatred within his heart for his eldest brother. The desire for revenge was heavy in his mind, revenge for his Mother. For those claimed in the massacre led by the demon he was ashamed to call his brother. Though the beast had been exiled and stripped of his namesake, it did not stop him from claiming himself as the Ruler of the Clan. But Jinxx would never see him in such a way; and neither would his family...or so he hoped. The male would sit where he stopped, eyes getting heavy as he struggled with the weariness that threatened to envelop him, the darker thoughts lingering and clawing at his mind. Why were they always in his head? Why could he not neutralize them and simply think of happier times? Or think about the future even? 'Because you're all alone, little pet.' Head would whip about, ears flattening against the voice that had intervened into his thoughts. Nobody was nearby...who the hell had said that? "Speech", Thought, "You" |
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