Those without speech, perhaps, have their own strength. They must. Otherwise, they would perish. This world expects language. It expects words. As a child, I resented it. Names, ranks, small talk, conversation: all folly. All just attempts to bluff one's way into a position. Those without speech must find their own way - it is natural, their way. And so, I watch her keenly. I cannot help but feel my own throat resonate and grumble with agitation as she attempts to mock my position; I have half the mind to chew into her like a mere prey beast. Rather, I will wait. Where are her actions leading? What is her climax? She rolls, she begs, she hisses without words. Then, a single effort. A single sound that sounds it out. Wildfire. I sneer, unable to help it. So, this is what she wants. I step closer to her then, truly inspecting her once more. Physically, she appears sound. Small, perhaps, but smallness does not always equate with weakness. Her eyes are functional. Her ears seem to work. Her paws are stable, her legs straight. She would be suitable in such a way, at least, though physical wellness requires such little effort. After these brief moments of inspection, I meet her eyes once more and offer her only a small nod. A confirmation of her request. And then, I step beside her, our shoulders aligned for a split second before I lunge for her without hesitation. My teeth dash immediately for her back leg, hoping to pull it out from beneath her and force her to decide: go belly up or squirm like a cretin. Nonetheless, I want to feel her own teeth. I will hold onto her leg if I am able, pulling it away from her slowly but surely. I am giving her a kindness, however: never enough to break it, not enough to end it all her for her now. We are discussing her future in the most natural of ways. I merely lower into her, attempting to take away her options until only my top-line is there for her taking. I want to feel how strong that little jaw of hers can work. This is mutuality. To show her own strength, she is going to have to feel mine.
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