replace freedom with fear
07-27-2014, 09:48 AM
Well, now, this was interesting. All around the silvery masked canine, mushrooms. But not just any mushrooms, oh no. Amaguq was quite familiar with mushrooms, and he was certain that these particular fungi, he had not seen before. Different shapes and sizes, and all glowing. Glowing. Each shroom gave off a strange, eerie blue-green glow, giving light to the otherwise darkness of the cave. Amaguq had been investigating the cavern, curious, wondering if he could ever form a pack here. For he would, one day, lead his own band of thieves. The silver wolf snorted at the thought. Many others considered him a thief, even if he only stole in order to provide for those would weren't able to. Ah, well. Amaguq was happy to have the label, to be able to continue practicing his trickery. He wondered if someone was playing a trick on him now, but as he looked around at the large amount of glowing mushrooms, he doubted it. There were far too many. Finally, Ama began moving again, deeper into the cavern. His silver and coffee pelt glowed with a blue tint from the light of the mushrooms. He wondered if these shrooms would react as others did. If he ate them, would he see things? Hear things? Feel things? He couldn't help but grin at the thought. However, as he paused again to sniff at one, he decided against it. Who knew what caused this fungi to glow? If it were poisonous, then Amaguq could no longer do his good deeds. One couldn't aid those who needed it if one were dead. Amaguq didn't believe in an afterlife, and didn't believe any ancestors or gods - lowercase 'g' - were watching over him. Or anybody. So much suffering... What loving god would allow it? So it was up to Ama to do "god's" work, to fix what was broken about the world he lived in. Sure, he was doing it in a roundabout way, but he was still helping others. That was what mattered. Act. "Speak." Think. |