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Posted on January 19, 2014 at 08:40:40 AM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
This girl, this Mistletoe, has disrupted much in my life thus far, even though she may claim to have wished differently. It is not innately a bad thing and yet, it is still a disruption nonetheless - she has questioned me, forcing my mind to think differently and of new things. It is an enjoyable thing, to think such grand new ideas, but it nonetheless is a frustrating ordeal. Part of me desires for her to return to Diveen with me and yet, another part does not wish to share her with wolves who understand little of the world. Surely there persistence and constant company will turn her own will and mind to mush as it has done to so many others. I shan't allow such a thing and yet, if she asks, I have an idea on what is the best course of action. Till then, I remain quiet on the packs and on my desires for her. There is little choice, anyhow, for she continues to question me, and to speak her words so frustratingly.
"Both."
I respond simply, narrowing my eyes as I consider her and her words once more. Control is a dark word, but it is something I require. All parts of my life are to be my own, even the parts regarding my mother. My relationships are on my terms, as is my future and present. Not even this Mistletoe shall sway me into believing that any other is worthy of control over myself. I snort quietly, my lip twisting back into a tooth-baring sneer.
"Many retain power they did not work for. It is flawed. Their control is flawed."
I nod, a matter of fact, for I know it is right as I am sure many others know such a thing too. There are Alphas in the world who were born into such a role, needed not to fight or prove themselves and yet, they control a mass of wolves without question. Such a thing is... wrong, fundamentally flawed. When she spoke again of death and of the fall of others, I twisted back to face her, my features blank as I searched her features, my ear flicking at the sound of her sigh. I am surprised that she, herself, does not know the answer to the question. My shoulders shrug, and I flick my ears once more. It is a simple lesson, after all.
"Strength is subjective. It has many forms. Your perception of strength does not make it true."
I pause, meeting her eyes once more with little more expression than the very shoreline we sit upon. The reason I stare is simple - I am now expectant. Surely she has a thought to contradict my statement, something more to give me a new thought. I am positive of it, and I await it eagerly despite the coldness of my face. Still, I must show her the world so that she may begin to uncover it and see why it is I think my own thoughts. Moladion is a strange place, a place I am lead to believe is run opposite to nature's desires. The weak rule the strong, and the strong are deemed as inferior, feared even at times.
We set off then, and I lead her up the incline, my stride long and precise before we reach the summit. There are boulders beginning, for we have moved closer to Spirane, the towering mountain that often covers Moladion in a deep shadow come dusk. For now, it offers us, instead, a prime view - I hesitate not for a second before I leapt atop one of the larger boulders, my blunt claws allowing me to scramble atop it. At the top, I will wait for her, for I am sure she will follow regardless as to whether or not I speak.
"To the north - Spirane, the mountain. They are small, a family and little more."
I motioned to the towering mountain in the near distance, its looming height a stark comparison to the relatively flat land before and east of us. Still, I am correct about it, I am sure. They speak rarely of Spirane, mentioning only its old blood and family ties. That is nothing to me. If they are a family, then I am sure they will never take another and allow them into their niche. It is how families operate.
"South - Iromar. The swamp is full of wolves vicious and powerful. They waged war once, failing only in numbers whereas they took much blood with them."
They failed not only for numbers but also for my mother had taken to them, too. She had taken the blood of others and yet, not a single wolf had landed their teeth anywhere near her. I smile smugly over it, though I am quick to wipe my smile off my face. I shan't tell her of Diveen, not now, for I wish not for the sheer numbers of its residents to lure her in. There is another pack that I shall speak of, one that I hope she shall consider above all else. After all, she is different and thus, she belongs there.
"Beyond mountain, north, is Taviora. I have a companion there, you shall always be welcome in the pack if you tell them I sent you. It is a new pack. Promising, strong."
I go quiet then, staring off beyond the mountain in hopes of catching a glimpse of the wide woodland. It is mostly impossible to see it, merely manifesting itself as green blur and yet... it speaks volumes. The pack is mysterious, well concealed from the others and yet, it is beyond the best option for any and all. It is almost baffling to think tat I am still tied to Diveen when I could easily leave to the wood lands. Perhaps, Mistletoe shall operate as a catalyst.
and pose like angels on the outside
"Both."
I respond simply, narrowing my eyes as I consider her and her words once more. Control is a dark word, but it is something I require. All parts of my life are to be my own, even the parts regarding my mother. My relationships are on my terms, as is my future and present. Not even this Mistletoe shall sway me into believing that any other is worthy of control over myself. I snort quietly, my lip twisting back into a tooth-baring sneer.
"Many retain power they did not work for. It is flawed. Their control is flawed."
I nod, a matter of fact, for I know it is right as I am sure many others know such a thing too. There are Alphas in the world who were born into such a role, needed not to fight or prove themselves and yet, they control a mass of wolves without question. Such a thing is... wrong, fundamentally flawed. When she spoke again of death and of the fall of others, I twisted back to face her, my features blank as I searched her features, my ear flicking at the sound of her sigh. I am surprised that she, herself, does not know the answer to the question. My shoulders shrug, and I flick my ears once more. It is a simple lesson, after all.
"Strength is subjective. It has many forms. Your perception of strength does not make it true."
I pause, meeting her eyes once more with little more expression than the very shoreline we sit upon. The reason I stare is simple - I am now expectant. Surely she has a thought to contradict my statement, something more to give me a new thought. I am positive of it, and I await it eagerly despite the coldness of my face. Still, I must show her the world so that she may begin to uncover it and see why it is I think my own thoughts. Moladion is a strange place, a place I am lead to believe is run opposite to nature's desires. The weak rule the strong, and the strong are deemed as inferior, feared even at times.
We set off then, and I lead her up the incline, my stride long and precise before we reach the summit. There are boulders beginning, for we have moved closer to Spirane, the towering mountain that often covers Moladion in a deep shadow come dusk. For now, it offers us, instead, a prime view - I hesitate not for a second before I leapt atop one of the larger boulders, my blunt claws allowing me to scramble atop it. At the top, I will wait for her, for I am sure she will follow regardless as to whether or not I speak.
"To the north - Spirane, the mountain. They are small, a family and little more."
I motioned to the towering mountain in the near distance, its looming height a stark comparison to the relatively flat land before and east of us. Still, I am correct about it, I am sure. They speak rarely of Spirane, mentioning only its old blood and family ties. That is nothing to me. If they are a family, then I am sure they will never take another and allow them into their niche. It is how families operate.
"South - Iromar. The swamp is full of wolves vicious and powerful. They waged war once, failing only in numbers whereas they took much blood with them."
They failed not only for numbers but also for my mother had taken to them, too. She had taken the blood of others and yet, not a single wolf had landed their teeth anywhere near her. I smile smugly over it, though I am quick to wipe my smile off my face. I shan't tell her of Diveen, not now, for I wish not for the sheer numbers of its residents to lure her in. There is another pack that I shall speak of, one that I hope she shall consider above all else. After all, she is different and thus, she belongs there.
"Beyond mountain, north, is Taviora. I have a companion there, you shall always be welcome in the pack if you tell them I sent you. It is a new pack. Promising, strong."
I go quiet then, staring off beyond the mountain in hopes of catching a glimpse of the wide woodland. It is mostly impossible to see it, merely manifesting itself as green blur and yet... it speaks volumes. The pack is mysterious, well concealed from the others and yet, it is beyond the best option for any and all. It is almost baffling to think tat I am still tied to Diveen when I could easily leave to the wood lands. Perhaps, Mistletoe shall operate as a catalyst.
when all i am is a monster
Replies:
- Am I A Blessing or A Curse - By Mistletoe January 19, 2014 at 04:15:19 PM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n January 28, 2014 at 11:38:55 AM
Am I A Blessing or A Curse - By Mistletoe January 28, 2014 at 05:03:37 PM
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