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 22, 2014 at 06:12:43 PM by Filius Deum
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Even if she didn’t say it, Filius saw himself reflected in her eyes, and knew she’d detected the infection consuming his blood. The darkness chewing on his bones, the venom destroying cells and skin and muscle, and past the mean bark. It was infuriating. Filius wasn’t a kind wolf. He wasn’t compassionate or thoughtful or kind. He was a killer. This newfound benevolence was involuntary. The sicker be came, the more grounded he was and the more cracks erupted in his dark exterior- in who he was, broadcasting the candy core he’d worked for years to disinherit. Because he was a living, breathing, cognitive being he was cursed with a conscious- as an obligatory trait specific to creatures of reasoning. How he’d hated it. Since a child it had been a curse, a constant thorn in his pad and vine under his foot. Always tripping and hindering. Eventually, as time wore on, he’d overcome it. Learned how to smother it beneath self-justification and the overall good of mass purges. Being sick has sapped his strength. He was too weak. He couldn’t maintain the anger, the determination it took to disembody himself to the point of killing without ever acknowledging the blood. If it had been the same time last spring, he would have killed Hestia for walking in front of him. Now he couldn’t have brought himself to bite her. The worst he could do was talk. Bluntly, irritably, and superciliously. How are you two? “I’m dying. How do you think I’m doing?” Half irritation, half curiosity. He loved doing this. Watching the expressions and reactions of the indefinitely living. It was the most fun a dying wolf could have, especially one who couldn’t bring himself to get up before daybreak for fear of breaking bones. Not because he was malicious or sadistic, not anymore, but because he couldn’t have friends or companions or mutual acquaintances outside of Hestia, and talking to strangers was as close as he could get to them. 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. |
Replies:
- Play on Love - By Hestia February 24, 2014 at 05:19:51 AM
JUST LIKE A WORM FROM A BIRD - By Mizuki February 24, 2014 at 11:18:27 PM
BEAT NOW BUT NEVERMORE - By Filius Deum February 25, 2014 at 05:23:59 AM
Play on Love - By Hestia February 25, 2014 at 06:52:20 AM
SO QUOTH THE RAVEN - By Mizuki February 28, 2014 at 05:32:58 PM
HIS EYES HAVE ALL THE SEEMING - By Filius Deum March 4, 2014 at 10:16:00 PM
Play on Love - By Hestia March 9, 2014 at 08:02:08 AM
NEVER DANCE IN THE BLIZZARD - By Mizuki March 11, 2014 at 02:47:52 AM
To OOC - By Technology! March 15, 2014 at 09:07:44 PM
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