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Posted on January 13, 2013 at 04:45:30 PM by Venom
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Deep in the recess of every man is a thief, a robber, a criminal, |
I don't know who to trust or where to go. It was like everything was slipping right out from underneath my paws, in no time at all. What right did it have to do this to me? It had none but it did as it pleased, it cared not for my wishes or fears. It leaves me in the dark with not even the faintest gleaming light, sometimes I catch traces of what might be light, but could it all be illusion? He's grown accustomed to dark and monsters and evil, with the moon as only a temporary savior. Unreliable but very useful when in play, but nevertheless something I really don't want to let go. Everything else was just a blurred reality strung together by those who wished it would all be the older days. All fabrics of imagination. I was ready to face reality. Everything fell apart and some pieces can't ever be recovered. It's indeed sad that we had to have everything stolen from our lives but it's just another thing to define us in reality. It was gone and it was time to get over it,time to rebuild the new hand that fate had decided to hand us. Maybe they're all afraid of change or wanted something they lost, well it's time to just concentrate on the future, on the now of our lives. I saw the new world with a clarity no others seemed to have, they're too busy wallowing in pity and yearning for the old world. For those who were lost. They had two years to mourn, nothing was going to bring them back, why keep dragging yourself down? I had gotten over the deaths and disasters and changes without very much to drag me back, things within me had shifted and changed in order to better adapt, so I can handle many things I couldn't before. I can understand much more and I can see things for what they are much more clearly. Maybe I'm finally awaking to whatever it was that father always talked about...all mystical and strange things that couldn't possibly be true. Father was just unhinged they say, but after this whole disaster thing now I'm not so very sure that was the right label. How the old goddess-worshipper had not made it was beyond my comprehension, though it seemed his 'goddess' preferred me and my younger brother over father and mother. It really did serve to give me a little pause, though it wasn't for me to know, not really. I wasn't even all too sure I really wanted to know. Father and mother hadn't survived so there was no-one to ask about it, this was one of those things that should be better left to rest than to dig up. It wasn't important to this new world anyhow, as none believed in those ways anymore, even if anyone ever had besides father. I lifted my head as my ears caught a greeting sound, jade eyes flickering over a familiar figure. Another Mirovis survivor, though I do believe I hadn't known this lady all too well. There were still connections that had survived apparently, at least some had to. "Salem. Good to see someone else besides me and my brother live on from Mirovis." I dip my head in the semblance of politeness, a tail wave or two accompanying that afterwards. I contemplate jumping down to join her, or inviting her up to his claimed throne. I try to figure out which she may like more. I coil my muscle and jump down to join her, mind whirring as I think. Some part of me feels a slight pleasant warmth at the fact she had made it, after all didn't that mean a possibility of companionship? "Were you looking for something or someone? Looking for prey maybe?" |
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