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Posted on March 5, 2015 at 03:03:27 PM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
It is not that I detest this stranger, or that I even detest the leaders of any pack truly. It is merely a matter of convenience, a matter of following one's own instincts. It is only by coincidence that I have come here this night and tested the scents and feelings of this territory; it is only by luck that he has come tonight to find me, or even that I left the other packs without recourse. It is purely instinctive, and yet I am positive I will be held accountable to some crime I did not commit. There is no malice, no hatred, only a hunger that seeks to be satiated; a hole that looks to be filled. That is no crime. They will say I took too much, wanted too much, did too much or too little I am sure. I am sure I will not care but still, in part, I look forward to hear their words be it shouted or whispered with disdain. They will reject their instincts whereas I will, finally, rest well. I wonder if he thinks similar thoughts.
"Nothing does."
I am quick this time to reply to him, dashing away his comment just as fast as it leaves his throat. His answer may have sufficed, yes, but there are flaws that gape open. His words leave too much untouched, too much unexplained. If he seeks to abolish the ideology of conformity, why is he content to merely sit by idly while the rest of Moladion instills such beliefs? He may believe so and perhaps his pack does too, but children are still raised with self inflating egos.
He brings himself closer then, and I too take a broader step until I can feel the residual warmth between us. The sun is almost consumed entirely, my shadow dwarfing him in those moments in a way most satisfying. He is confident, however, and I can see the way his flesh has been chipped away before only to grow back once again; he is covered in victory and yet, I still stand tall against him, as calm as ever though my muscles begin to burn with anticipation. I do not know this feeling; it feels as if I stand on the very edge of a valley so deep and wide, full of water cool. It is as if I am about to drink and eat deep of the world. I am on the brink of some relief, a release from the itching and hunger that has plagued me. Even if I am wrong, at least it feels good.
"I am -" I begin then, stepping aside and moving into a wide arc, almost feeling our fur intermingle for a moment - "- a generous stranger. I hear your words. I know what you wish to change in this world. But you cannot do it."
I can feel the thunder in his veins when mine run cold like winter, my teeth baring down on one another but for a second. I am surprised he does not come at me instantly but rather follows me around, seemingly biding his time as I continue with my confession.
"I will take your burdens from you. I am generous. You will be free, and you will carry no baggage."
I will not be the first to strike. Let him break so that I may relieve him. This will not be painless, but change is never a kind thing. I will be swift, and I will ensure his dream lives on as an undertow to my own. This is for the best and in time, even he will see that.
Replies:
- into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T March 9, 2015 at 02:57:54 AM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n March 9, 2015 at 03:18:31 AM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T March 9, 2015 at 03:34:45 AM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n March 15, 2015 at 01:53:57 AM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T March 15, 2015 at 02:40:35 AM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n March 15, 2015 at 02:58:03 AM
a question of morality - By TESSERACT AND EDEN March 15, 2015 at 11:13:41 AM
[thread closed] - By - March 15, 2015 at 11:14:25 AM
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