You bare our memories like staining scars within your mind
Five years ago I would have been more open to things, back when I was a small innocent pup. Things haven't been like that for a long time. I haven't been open with anything since I've been less than a year old to be honest. It was the way I had been raised I guess, it was how they had wanted me to be, something that they could trust to become the perfect heir and future ruler. Whether or not I had really meant to I had broken free of the pack, and yet still I think like the perfect heir, nothing has really changed. Can I even change anymore? No, it's better off that I remain as I am. Remain who I have always been meant to be. Remain being Ryko, prince of the shinigami. Remain this way until the world burned down around me. I can try to be somebody else, but I can't force myself to stay what I am not. It never worked. Worse yet, even then I never felt any different.
Most would say I have nothing. I don't need anything besides my honour and my pride. That is all I will ever need, and it is all I will ever want. It is all any of us would ever had needed, any of us from my former pack. I am then shining example of my pack, the best rolemodel, the thing every pup aspires to be. My heart beats deep in my chest, and though it's there I never make use of it. I never show but the faintest shadow of emotions. Emotions were never allowed to be shown back home. If you do, you will be renouncing your entire world. Or it gets you in trouble, even killed if you're unlucky enough. They were fond of being unusually harsh by way of punishments. It's true, and he wouldn't lie about that. Besides it was almost too easy to find out for one's self.
It's a long and enduring journey but it is the path my paws are on, until one day my life fades away. My ears can hear somebody else nearby, and I lift my head to catch a glimpse of the stranger. My ears flicker back to touch lightly upon my skull, and my lips give a slight curl to show a bare sliver of fang. I'm not the most socially adept or inclined in the least, and even when things fall apart beneath my paws I never ask for help. "WHat are your motives, stranger?" My words are cold and give no hint of any emotion. I face him with the fur bristled slightly along my spine and hackles. I have never been one to be the friendly type, and now isn't about to be the start.
r y k o
Sweet is the curse of hearts intwined but lost, detached but bound
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