FREEDOM IN THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY
06-23-2014, 05:45 PM
Flying into the meeting, Nemesis made a beeline for his mother. Swinging from his jaws was a fat white rabbit. Every inch of the boy radiated pride and he held his head high; the white rabbit thumping lifelessly against his chest with each step. Sure, it was only a rabbit, but he'd caught it all on his own AND he hadn't even gone out of his way to catch it. It just kind of ran into him while he was walking, but if anyone asked, Nemesis would leave that part out. Standing before his mother, Nemesis held his rabbit up proudly, shaking his head slightly so that the rabbit's swing would catch her eye. It occurred to him then that the meeting probably wasn't the time to show off his catch, so with one final proud shake of his head, the boy wandered off to the side. He'd crow about the kill later. Now was the time for manners and whatnot. Plopping down, Nemesis gently placed the rabbit on the ground, sandwiching the corpse between his front paws so it would sit up. He licked at its ears, brushing them back to it wouldn't look so lifeless. Really, he was beyond proud of his catch; fascinated by his ability to take the life of another creature. It gave him a power he didn't understand and could only grasp at. The hunt and the kill had been exhilarating enough that he was considering asking his mother for lessons. An all white stranger waltzed into the meeting and Nemesis froze mid lick. The boy stared, eyes glued to the odd wolf. He was all...pink and white...and pink. Like a baby. Even his eyes were pink! The stranger began to speak and Nemesis' ears swiveled in confusion. What was he talking about? A dear mom? Severeness? What? "What's happening, momma?" Speaking - - Thinking |
