Shimmer
08-12-2014, 08:44 PM
The brute sat in Tue small clearing in the tall bushes, a small opening at the top between the branches to allow a view of the sky. Thoughts plagued his mind as he sat there and looked up at the sky. The son was setting on another day. He wondered to himself what the purpose of all this was. All his life he'd tried to be a good soul, but now... Now it was harder than ever because he felt a mountain of odds stacked against him. It was like a ocean. An ocean crashing down on him with such force that he'd lost himself. Newol wanted a Home
He wanted a place that was his and a family around him. And he'd had it and now or was gone. And of hurt. It finally hurt. He'd been so busy trying to fight for his little rebellion against the odds that he'd never stopped to mourn.
And now it hit him. He was alone. He was all alone in this world again and it just hurt so much. He had nothing to tether him to the beautiful Alacritis, save for his own stubborn will. He was failing a promise to himself. He'd said to himself that he would not join the ranks of his forefathers. He would not carry around any Riddles In The Dark. And yet there they where. Erani. Valhalla. The gorgeous Lady In Red. The fearless warriors who had painted this beautiful picture before his very paws. And now it was gone. It seemed like every piece of it was gone accept him. He was the only one left it felt. And without that what was he? These thoughts where not simple and easy ones. This was an ordeal of a broken heart. There was pain inside of him and nothing to heal it inside. All the words he never got to say. All the things he was without. He had oh so few memories of the warmth of a mother's muzzle against his own. They had been driven away. Both of them. The first had been for his own good. The second had just been straight cruelty. And what had it left him? A helpless pup lost and stumbling wildly in an attempt to find anything to latch on to. And it hurt. Right now it just hurt so damn much because what he wanted just wasn't there. It was gone. All the hope he had for this world. All the good he knew he saw that was just begging for a chance to live and be. All the good that would never be.
The wolves of this world who thought they knew hell really knew nothing at all. Because to live with the ability to see the chance for heaven on earth, and see just how unwilling everyone else was to walk that path. This was to live in hell. To spend your life chasing after a light with no avail. What made it so bad was the underlying reason why he wanted it so badly. Everyone and Everything was the reason. He wanted that light so he could share it. From the good and innocent to the evil and the strained. He believed in atonement. He believed in forgiveness. Such was the way of his existence. He believed everyone deserved a chance to be good. Because there was no story quite like that of redemption. All things that he believed in that he felt like no one else did. So as the skies danced in the colors of fire, he raised his maw to the sky and sang in a somber and defeated voice. In that moment he believed himself to be meaningless. He literary felt that he would do this up hill fight all his life and make no remarkable progress. At least that's how it started. As the song carried on it grew more and more desperate. More and more a plea he wanted the world to here. From the heartless woman who believed only in strength to the made wolf that sat unrightfully on the stolen throne. To all the sinners and all the saints. "Oh Its too far away for me to hold! Too Far Away Oh Oh! Too far away for me to hold!" It was just a moment of weakness. Just a moment where he couldn't keep his wants suppressed. He just wanted everyone to fight. To fight for their soul. That was the culmination of all his wants.
He wanted a place that was his and a family around him. And he'd had it and now or was gone. And of hurt. It finally hurt. He'd been so busy trying to fight for his little rebellion against the odds that he'd never stopped to mourn.
And now it hit him. He was alone. He was all alone in this world again and it just hurt so much. He had nothing to tether him to the beautiful Alacritis, save for his own stubborn will. He was failing a promise to himself. He'd said to himself that he would not join the ranks of his forefathers. He would not carry around any Riddles In The Dark. And yet there they where. Erani. Valhalla. The gorgeous Lady In Red. The fearless warriors who had painted this beautiful picture before his very paws. And now it was gone. It seemed like every piece of it was gone accept him. He was the only one left it felt. And without that what was he? These thoughts where not simple and easy ones. This was an ordeal of a broken heart. There was pain inside of him and nothing to heal it inside. All the words he never got to say. All the things he was without. He had oh so few memories of the warmth of a mother's muzzle against his own. They had been driven away. Both of them. The first had been for his own good. The second had just been straight cruelty. And what had it left him? A helpless pup lost and stumbling wildly in an attempt to find anything to latch on to. And it hurt. Right now it just hurt so damn much because what he wanted just wasn't there. It was gone. All the hope he had for this world. All the good he knew he saw that was just begging for a chance to live and be. All the good that would never be.
The wolves of this world who thought they knew hell really knew nothing at all. Because to live with the ability to see the chance for heaven on earth, and see just how unwilling everyone else was to walk that path. This was to live in hell. To spend your life chasing after a light with no avail. What made it so bad was the underlying reason why he wanted it so badly. Everyone and Everything was the reason. He wanted that light so he could share it. From the good and innocent to the evil and the strained. He believed in atonement. He believed in forgiveness. Such was the way of his existence. He believed everyone deserved a chance to be good. Because there was no story quite like that of redemption. All things that he believed in that he felt like no one else did. So as the skies danced in the colors of fire, he raised his maw to the sky and sang in a somber and defeated voice. In that moment he believed himself to be meaningless. He literary felt that he would do this up hill fight all his life and make no remarkable progress. At least that's how it started. As the song carried on it grew more and more desperate. More and more a plea he wanted the world to here. From the heartless woman who believed only in strength to the made wolf that sat unrightfully on the stolen throne. To all the sinners and all the saints. "Oh Its too far away for me to hold! Too Far Away Oh Oh! Too far away for me to hold!" It was just a moment of weakness. Just a moment where he couldn't keep his wants suppressed. He just wanted everyone to fight. To fight for their soul. That was the culmination of all his wants.