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Posted on April 21, 2015 at 02:25:49 PM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
She is as quiet as ever, my mother. She does not speak folly words. They are a gift, see, to this world after all. When she speaks, I listen and even in her silence, I am attuned to understanding the subtleties of her. I understand her nod as approval, of understanding at least, and we need not speak further on the issue. Her departure - and my own - from Diveen is just that: a departure, an event in the past now. We need not give them more glory by speaking of them in association with this achievement. After all, they were but a place to eat and sleep at times, and never had I been raised to understand my potential beneath the banner of such a pack. I believe, absolutely, that they might have even have desired to stump my growth. If they can cut us down while we are young, their dynasty will know no threats. I am sure my mother would know this. She knows much, after all. She is the ear in the dark that catches the whispers like a spider's web.
I watch her closely, however, as we move and speak of my brother. He is a mystery to me in several ways. It bothers me, at times, that I do not understand him entirely. He is tight lipped, unwilling to speak and yet all too eager to hiss and growl beneath his breath at me as if I were some mere agitation. It is agitating in itself and yet, it is more... frustrating that I do not understand such a thing. His connection to Lihi baffles me even more so. My mother, it seems, does not have such an understanding either, though I listen closely to her nonetheless. I narrow my eyes at her words, the quietest of unimpressed huffs sliding across my tongue. I find it difficult to believe that I may need him. However, I believe her. He will come. And when he does, I will pry him open and feast on all that he has been hiding from me.
It is then that we break onto the dunes, the flush of water crossing the horizon before us. It swells up, its deep grey broken only by the white caps of the waves that lash the shoreline. Birds cackle in the sky and I pause to let me mother watch the scene for several moments, knowing how intriguing such a thing is to many. When I move to depart, my step is broken by her voice again; she catches me off guard and I turn instantly to face her, a stab of pain reaching across my body. However, it is worth such a thing for her words bring an amused grin to my lips. She wishes to stay and stay she shall. Perhaps she has misinterpreted this all. This might have been my ultimate goal, to feast upon and satiate my desires, but she was always a part of it. Always, my siblings and mother were part of this plan. I step closer to her then, bridging our comfortable distance - it is, I suppose, a form of affection to be so close.
"Shadow, smoke - be what you wish to be. You will have your place here. A place you deserve." I pause then, examining her closely before I step away once more, breaking our eye contact and looking once more out to the ocean beyond. "There is much in this world that needs to be purged, mother."
I wait several moments then, a single ear twisted back towards her before I finally turn once more to face into her again. However, this time, the stinging in my wounds is persistent, a gnawing thing that eats away at my patience. I can feel my teeth pressing down on one another. For now, I understand what it is my body desires but soon, it will not be as such. Then, things will change.
"I must rest, mother. Tesseract, this creature, has teeth just the same as us. I have bled enough this day. Find me soon."
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