Black Holes and Revelations

N/A · 05-15-2013, 12:51 PM

Luce cared little for the packs, Tortuga included, she hated this world so cold and harsh, there was no love for the damned, no rest for the wicked and she had half a mind to abandon the area all together, to find a nice forest devoid of wolves, to settle, give birth and raise her pups without the stresses of these politics and demands. At the end of the day they were all wolves, could they not break apart this structured social standings? What would these wolves do should the world descend to anarchy? They would crumble, they would tear each other apart. They weren't strong enough to survive alone. They didn't have Luce's strength. Luce could leave, could vanish, never to be seen again, lost amongst a plague if foreign entities and she would survive, but what would these wolves do? The ones that thought they were so much better, so much more noble than she? What would they do if the chips fell away and they had to turn to cannibalism to claw their way to survival?

"I never claimed you chained him, I claimed he was unhappy. He never enjoyed his life amongst this pack, regardless of what you have or have not done to him. I have no desire to accuse or deny Valhalla of anything, I was once a part of it, I don't need Neo's words to sway my opinion of your pack." Her words had turned a shade darker, but she still refused to give into her aggression, her hatred. the woman before her could descend into snarling and snapping all she wished. Valhalla meant nothing to Luce, nor did the opinions of this woman. She wasn't here for Valhalla, she was here for Neo, and if taking a few derogatory statements was what it took to see him than so be it. Luce was a survivor and she had taken far worse.

"Punishment?" That word drew a harsh snarl from the depths of the woman's throat, the first real aggressive action the pregnant dame had made. "It's hard to believe in a fair judgment when bones crack and muscles rip and the only suffering given in return is a fierce cackle before a bullet is placed between your eyes!" The sentence was spat with such utter venom and her eyes boiled with such hatred, that she sealed them from view as her bodice trembled. Jaw locking she drew a deep breath, calming herself and exhaling slowly, forcing herself to calm, it was bad for the pups that grew within her to feel such utter hatred. "And how long will you punish him? How long will you hold him a slave? The next eight years of his life? You will taunt and tease him, spew venom and hatred whenever you chance upon him until his dying day? And for that matter... why was Neo chosen? I left Valhalla, Antiva left Valhalla, Loki left Valhalla and yet Neo is the only one you seek vengeance upon?" Her words were sharp, articulated, but she controlled her anger, face falling back into a mask of complacency.

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