A Ghost in Wolf's Clothing
07-07-2014, 07:28 PM
His gaze would shudder, dissatisfied in the boy?s lack of exclusive nature, ?Oh so he is only another boy who?s tail pulls tight between his meagre thighs at any thought of reality, hm?? his mind remained focused, convinced. ?It is a shame that so many within this family have been tamed to be the slaves of a lesser race, brainwashed and haltered to ignore their species; you are not a wolf, youth, you are merely a coward,? oh yes, afraid of battle and terrified of becoming another?s victim. It is only those as weak as the man before him that would suffer in this life, unable to defend themselves and unable to survive, thrive, conquer, win. Quite frankly, it was a waste of birth and genetics to see a spawn so wasted, useless? losing. He chuckled weakly, his sway returning as if the albino ghoul was so incredibly content within the situation; as if such accusations only made him feel more at home with himself, his character thriving. ?How do I seek a boy I do not knows exist?? lips tweaked with a brittle pleasure, eerily proud within his own squirming wit, ?I knew of Taurig?s delivery as he was within my corporal reach, and Sibelle?s presence was known only through the telling of another.? Yet again the monster would bubble, weakly, his eyes straying to the snowy landscape that encased the confronting duo, ?Isn?t it sad that I had not heard even the slightest mention of your existence? My lad, do you see it now?? and he would pause- ?Do you see that your pathetic train of thought and puny way of life lead to your nonexistence? Here you are breathing, your heart beating and your jugular oh-so enticing, and yet you may as well be no more than the soiled ice pallet beneath my greater toes. Why? Because nobody seeks to know of you, nor tell of you. What a heartbreaking way to die.? |