It’s almost as if he doesn’t like me, shocking, truly. I am so very likeable after all. I let the violet and gold of my eyes continue to rest upon this funny looking boy who seemed to want to walk off the edge of cliffs. If he wanted to I wasn’t going to stop him, I just thought he might like to know. Although given the look upon his face I am half inclined to believe he does not want to know anything at all- he just wants to scowl and pretend to be fearsome, as if I should be afraid, as if he, with all his fluffy fur and little teeth no bigger than my own should be something so terrifying. He reminds me of those girls In Asteraia, well, Hyrule Field as it is properly known. He believes he is strong, he believes he is powerful and I suppose that is alright. Sometimes I play pretend as well. He didn’t seem to understand the game, the playful tease in my words met with little more then a glare and the statement that I told him something he already knew as my own head tilted to the side. If he had known, why was he still walking that way? There was nowhere else to go. I simply let one eye lift ever so slightly, paws remaining crossed before me as my shoulders rolled in a shrug once more by way of response, little lips quirked upward in a simper of sorts. Told him what he already knew did I?

“Evidently.”

I chuckled softly, the sound rumbling within my throat and hissing between my little white teeth if only because it seemed to annoy him. I probably shouldn’t tease him so much but I was bored, my Brothers were sleeping and I wanted to play. It’s his fault for making himself such an easy target as he seems determined to be annoyed. I spoke again, tone easy, even, tail waving ever so slightly though it was more a gesture of my own amusement then any good intention as my white and silver form caught each ray of the sun, red ears held forward as my handsome features remained upon him. He spoke of blood then and of Angels, my family although I have never truly spoken much of it myself as it became my turn to frown ever so slightly, features twisting a little at his words before my gaze roved over him once more. Related to me? I didn’t think so- although if he wanted to be I didn’t see any need to crush his hopes like that. We were a very nice family after all. Alright maybe I was choosing to ignore his sarcasm, but where’s the harm in that? I spoke once more again, very near cutting short his own words as he offered them.

“I didn’t say you were worthless, I told you what I have been told but I didn’t say I believed it, did I? You can think anything you like of my family, I can’t stop you, though it seems numbers are the result of success whether you agree or not. You cannot change it.”

I guess he seemed a little defensive, my own features still drawn into a frown of sorts as I lifted suddenly to my paws, moving to step towards him now, stopping just before him.

“No one can make you feel inferior- not unless you let them. I don’t have a problem with your blood or who you are- but you seem to have a problem with yourself to feel that inferior about it. I mean- your not very pretty but that’s hardly your fault- Sauron. Really it’s you parents fault for making you look...er….like that and for giving you a bad name.”

I shrugged once more, that grin forever seeming to exist just behind my gaze as I stood before him now. I told the truth after all, I told him what I had been told, I teased him about the way he looked, sure, but I never told him he was worthless, I never told him he was different- someone else must have though, where else would he get it? He’s not very attractive but I suppose we can’t all be. I was still happy to play with him. His answer however saw the grin upon my features falter slightly once more.

“Oh, I see.”

My head tilted to the side again, thoughts turned readily within my ever cunning mind though my features held a look of sheer disappointment, as if he refusal to engage in a game was a truly upsetting thing to myself before I moved to step suddenly forward once more, turning a wide circle about the other boy with a sudden and exaggerated sigh. Each step was easily, light, ready just in case the other boy got mad and decided he didn’t want to play my game anymore, the game he hardly seemed to realise he was playing.

“So you…won’t play with me because my….ideologies as you call them, are different to yours?”

I paused, waiting, letting the words find his mind. I wasn’t sure what ideologies were aside from a very big word but I had some idea, at least, enough to pretend I did.

“That makes me worthless I suppose, by your understanding, because I am different to you- not that you would actually know, you didn’t ask me what I thought- you just decided you knew. I think you need to decide what you are trying to say- before you’re ready to take me on.”

I turned a loose circle again, twisting his words, turning them back upon him just as he had sought to do to myself some moments ago. It was the truth, after all. The truth he had given me without realising my own words honest in that. I know who I am- I know exactly who I am and until he knows that as well I don’t think he should be trying this whole verbal battle thing. Heyel has been teaching me, slowly, there is a loophole he said, a weakness in every word- I just have to find it and cover my own in turn. I still wasn’t perfect, I would never be as good as him but I was learning. Maybe Sauron would be better at a different game, I might hurt his mind if I enlighten it too much, one paw reaching suddenly out to collide with his shoulder as I leapt away from him, body bending down in a playful bow- a clear invitation to play although truthfully I expected him to just walk away, to turn away, to storm off after being show up- they usually did. Maybe he wasn’t a good talker- but he could be a good runner, I wanted to find out.

“Come on Sauron, see if you can catch me, go on, I dare you.”

Surely he wouldn’t let me make him feel inferior a second time would he?




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The Once and Future King