Lying Is Your Latest Fashion
09-16-2016, 04:09 PM
Conflicted. Confusion. Betrayal. Anger. He couldn't focus on just one feeling. It'd been a few days since his talk with Mercy and yet he still felt like his emotions were a hurricane. The turmoil was enough to send him over edge and in the end it was confusion and anger that he had settled on. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she'd tried to force claim someone. What gave her the right to do that? He was more than happy Mercy had won. He wasn't opposed to force claiming altogether, but it hadn't been something he'd expected from her. He could handle their father not being around, he could handle her being married to that stupid dimwit, he could even handle their little runts that she'd given birth to with him, but he couldn't handle this. He'd already played around with the idea that he didn't belong here. In the beginning he'd been more than excited by the idea of his mother being a leader, but he'd noted a change in her behavior and he didn't like it. He didn't even recognize his own mother anymore. Everyone felt like a stranger to him and so he'd come to a decision. He wouldn't stay. The only thing he had to get past was his mother now. He had to talk to her to leave. Sure he could disappear without a trace but then they'd come looking for him and drag him back home. No he had to find the courage to face her with an amount of maturity and stoicism that he was pretty sure he didn't have. Still he tried to keep a straight and emotionless face as he padded to the border. He'd pause and sit for a few minutes, trying to get his thoughts in order, before he threw back his head and howled for her. Walk, "Talk" Think |
09-16-2016, 05:17 PM