~~Untamed Heart and Soul~~How dare he just hide. How dare he not come to Mother's aid. My brindled grey legs rush forth in rage as I follow the scent of my brother's trail. My lips remain parted, bared in the wind as I run like wildfire in his direction. I could kill him for letting her die. I could kill him for being so damn useless. And that female who killed him! I will certainly take pleasure in ripping her throat out and chewing on eyeballs while she is still breathing. I would gladly let my fangs be the last thing that she witnesses in life. Yet I have to pick and choose my battles, and right now, I choose to find my brother.
I do not let his scent leave my nose for a moment. I feel it with every inch of my body. The air is cold and almost burns my lungs. My legs scream at me for I have not stopped running. I am built for speed, built to be fast and I do find that I quickly approach my brother. He is by the river, and I do see him with my mother's blue eyes. I see him and he is doing what he does best- being a pathetic useless piece of shit.
That is right, he is useless. He is probably crying. That only boils my blood more as I continue my hot run towards him. Come closer and closer, his form by the water. Pathetic! What a crying sack of shame! I snarl as I get in range, my whole form refusing to slow down even a tiny bit. I don't care if he is bigger than me. I don't care. I know I am more experienced. I know that I am more skilled. I know he can't do anything because all he does is talk. He never fights. He never works on his skills. He just talks. Obviously, talk gets us no where. Only fangs get us what we want- and I want some kind of revenge.
I slam my body into him. I make sure it is as hard as possible. I don't care if we get wet and we surely do. I don't care. I want him to suffer for being a coward. My own blood was given for my mother. I fought for her. I will hold scars for her. What does he show? Nothing but tears. I can smell them. I know the smell of his tears anywhere. My jaws part in a horrific snarl, and I lash out to bite at this scruff. I aim to knock him over and bite like a viper at the same time. There is a certain insanity in my eyes, the raw strength of my emotions that I simply cannot control.
"YOU!" I scream, my fangs aiming to bite into hid scruff again, and boy, do I bite hard. I have never held back well, and I sure as hell do not hold back now. I want him to suffer like Mother suffered. Maybe then, he will understand he can't talk his way out of everything, that he needs to learn to use his fangs or die.
Viora |