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Posted on July 28, 2014 at 05:04:42 PM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
This shall be the place that he dies, I am thinking. It is only suitable and appropriate, after all. It is just outside of Diveen, so I shan't be stuck making small talk for long before his life is taken. It is sandy and quiet, a place easily cured of footprints and blood. The water, too, will serve an easy place to take that very life; perhaps, I think, they will not even find the body. To the east, the river runs rampant into Glorall and by Diveen, a fitting farewell as he leaves to the great blue waters beyond. I suppose it is quite the poetic death, for he will die in the center of this world he so claims to rule. Once he is gone, there is only truth and enlightenment beyond. We shall be given answers, my siblings and I, and Solaris shall have his prize. This is the place for it. How entertaining it is to see others so unaware of the landmark they rest upon.
I am in a good mood today, it seems.
Though blood still oozes from my tooth from time to time, reminding me of that viscous delight, there is little to bother me this day. The air is cool, the land quiet and I do not feel such an inconvenient... uncertainty. The prior fall had been frustrating, maddening. Lihi has not even crossed my mind, nor her wretched scent or the sickening way my brother caresses that pillar of flesh.
No, today I wish only to think of the poetry of this place. I wish to imagine the snow caressing the landscape, painted with the crimson of Angel blood, thus earning their rights to wear the crimson of their pelts. It is a shame to think Solaris will likely not think of such beauty in the act. Despite it all, he is much more... reserved, I am thinking. If he is the light, then I am the shadow that possesses all the emotions he cannot show, all the thoughts he refuses to think. Cause and effect: perhaps I am effect.
I stretch out over the sandy banks, flexing my toes into the sand, my eyes lingering across the water to that mysterious island. Perhaps there would be more suitable, but I doubt he would be foolish enough to swim across such waters. He is, though, a fool nonetheless. I wonder if Solaris is correct. I wonder if he will be foolish enough to follow me. Whatever the case, I am being kind to him. It is a pity to see one who speaks so highly of one's self become a wretched old fool: it is a small mercy to free them from a weak mind and body, after all. It is what we do to the pigs and the deer come the spring and winter.
As I stretch my paws into the sand, I loll onto my side, feeling the granules work their way into my fur. I wish to feel vulnerable. I wish to feel as he will beneath this very sun; I cannot help the small, satisfied grin that eats at my lips.