There is an idea.
there is more than just flesh.
Behind this mask,
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Ew gawd. She was being lectured on lying by a puppy? Eh. The poor little squirt was going to be in for a rude awakening the day she realized that they lived in a harsh world full of despicable liars and thieves. Every one put on a mask, to protect what they loved underneath, and in this way, everyone – every adult – was a damnable liar. Shimza skewed her face up in disgust and she tossed her head to dismiss the prattling of the naïve youngling. As she expected, the young wolf had been in the presence of Heyel. Well, what an arrogant control freak to come onto another wolf’s pack land and claim his supremacy. This was exactly the reason she wasn’t part of a pack; all their leaders were arrogant bastards waiting to claim victory over all they could get their grimy paws on.
Shimza had lived part time in a pack with her father, Emilian, who had been the same way. He was good leader, mostly, but like with all wolves in alpha positions, power corrupted absolutely. It became a source of violent conflict for the privileges of the dominant and ultimately, it had been his death. Shimza was still angry with him for dying. The damn brute didn’t have any right to leave her in the way that he had. Her day took a tanker… again. Shimza glared daggers at the puppy. It was her fault for bringing up these memories by pressing about Heyel and Shimza hated Heyel all the more for it because he somehow reminded her of her father.
Her eye twitched in irritation at the puppy refusing to cooperate. Shimza would have liked to have just left the pup to her own ridiculous conclusions about deer blood being spilled, but hell, if the puppy asked, she’d tell her. It’d be her own fault if her perfect sunshine world burst into a dark chasm of infinite depth. “Well your pa is right, twat. Wolves are nasty creatures of bloodlust – lust for each other’s throats. There are a few who’d love to eat you and more still that’d abduct you and probably trade you for your father’s life or something.” Oh there was an idea. Should she? … Naw, naw. She wasn’t that lowly, though apparently she was cruel enough to think of it. Shimza stared down at the pup, who seemed to be unrelenting in her quest for knowledge.
“But since I’ve found you, you’ll be fine for now. As for your nonsense earlier, learn to ask one thing at a time and don’t go accusing wolves of lying to their faces. It makes you seem rude and a lady must always be proper,” Shimza sat down and sighed, “Since clearly this is your first time learning etiquette, though I’ll let your rudeness be forgotten without a grudge and oblige your curiosity with answers.” Since when did she become a babysitter and teacher?! She should really know better than to get herself involved with puppies. They took way too much of her invaluable time. However, ever the optimist, Shimza would make the best of this unfortunate set back in her day. Shimza did love to tell a good story, anyways.
“First off, I wasn’t lying about Heyel. I just gather information through conversations like this one. Wolves who know him talk and the wolves that know them talk and eventually, your get to wolves that hear the stories that weren’t actually a part of them and they talk. And thus, this information reaches my ears. Rumors are what such information is called. And clearly, he’s an old fool for claim your mother as his subject, for no wolf rules over anyone or anything, though they create the illusion of it.”
“And Heyel’s blood kingdom? It’s build on the bones of his cousins – other wolves, not deer. And I hear whispers that it’s still gathering more blood. Assassins never rest because they believe their job is never done. There is always a wolf thought better dead by them because they create the illusion of evil around there victims. And to be sure, I don’t know why your mother cared to be part of such a disgusting régime, but if I had to guess, it would be because it benefitted her. Security, food, shelter, maybe? Or, there is a saying pup. If you can’t beat them, join them. Following it will save a lot of heartache, for it’s the easy solution to surviving the onslaught of an enemy.”
Shimza spoke every word with venomous intent. Oh, she’d never condone killing a wolf, but hate one? Easy. She hated a lot of wolves and she tended to hate powerful wolves most. She watched the scared face of the young pup. She watched the widened pupil and the slight frown in the lip. A small, small part of Shimza felt bad for telling her the truth of the world, but mostly? She was enjoying filling her little head with horror stories. Let her go home tonight and wake her parents with nightmares of cruel dictators and death and they can feel guilty about spilling lies that they could protect her from them. Oh dear… it was obvious how deeply bitter Shimza was about the subject wasn’t it? She was far to petty to learn to heal her old wounds herself though. She had pretended that she was okay far too long to go and address things she pretended to not know she was in denial about.
------------------------------------------------------------shimza // female // 6 years // 26 inches // gypsy // no imprint // played by toulouse
Shimza