At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on February 18, 2014 at 09:36:57 PM by Filius Deum
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Filius swayed in the absence of Hestia— the corner stone to a crumbling structure— his body’s protest to independence coming in waves of exhaustion. He was terribly dependent on her, which both flustered him and wrought him with guilt. He was a cripple with a battle axe and her a crutch, neither of them getting anywhere but slowly, slowly towards a steep plummet to a dark end. She could have left him. He was dead weight, literally, and a time bomb that had stopped ticking a long while ago. He tried to convince her to leave before, and now, but he wouldn’t relent. She didn’t take him seriously, though. Or at least not that he knew. Always loyal, always blindly faithful. You’ll recover soon enough, just rest for now. Don’t you already feel more alive? Why won’t you smile? Maybe it was just his appetite for pessimism conflicting with her devotion to optimism that was igniting the sparks of unease in Deum. He was worried. Not so much for himself, no, he’d already adapted to being on death’s cusp, for Hestia. And as he watched her with the tearful wolf he couldn’t help but imagine the day when their two shadows would become one lonely blip; an isolated darkness in a world of mercilessly bright lights. He couldn’t stay alive. Not for her, not for himself, not for all the passions and plans and desires in his heart. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t justify it. When he died, he’d tear death apart. To pieces in the name of everything and everyone it ruined out of pure spite. Death was a fiend, and Filius hated it. When she’d said her piece and returned, he leaned into her help and the two of them hobbled to the gnarled roots where the wolf had taken refuge. He didn’t pity her for being the object of Hestia’s caution. Everyone was. Smiling thinly he settled himself just outside her woody nest, tail tucked neatly over his paws. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” AND I AM THE MOON. I WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE, I WILL SPIT YOU OUT, I WILL BURN YOUR EYES, AND I WILL CAST AN EVERLASTING DARKNESS, OVER THIS BARREN FUTURE, THAT YOU CALL HOPE. |
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- IT'LL FADE - By Mizuki February 19, 2014 at 09:41:44 PM
Play on Love - By Hestia February 20, 2014 at 00:23:04 AM
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