| i was the better man
She knew then did she? Of her own imperfection, weakness and useless bloodlines. At least she was willing to admit it, so few ever are, perhaps there is hope for her yet. Or would have been. If not for her blood, the proof of it’s taint so clear in her brothers, deformed, the both of them. Perhaps this disease simply did not afflict the females in their physical form and yet surely it made them carries of it. I will never understand my Mother- she for whom I have forever held the utmost respect and understanding, she whom I have strived to emulate. To what poor choice could she have made that would allow the births of such children? Does she not regret them? Does she not look upon them in shame for that which she had lent her own perfection too? It is the fault of the sire alone, it is with he, this weakened, useless specimen that I lay blame and rightly so- the proof is so very clear that I need not even argue my case, for nature has done it for me. What a burden it must be to exist with such knowledge. I do not care. I will eliminate all of them if I must, for the sanctity of myself and the purity of my name. Eden does not do enough, I will talk with him of this, else perhaps I will find Anselm. He may understand, perhaps it is time we were all together.
The small child looks away fro myself, perhaps she should, she does not deserve to look upon me though I believe she simply believes that she, not even a year old, she whom I could crush between my teeth or toss from a cliff need not afford me respect. How foolish she is, how weak, perhaps others may believe she is egotistical. She is not. She is simply a damn little fool who thinks far more of herself then she is worthy. Laughable really. She has no right to act as she does if only by merit of her lack of age and build. She is a ball of fluff and little else. Let her embarrass herself with his pathetic posturing. At least she talks with some sense.
“We share a Mother but that is all and it would pay you not to forget it. You were sired by an inferior dog whom produces nothing but weakness and disease and deformity. You are a stain and a shame to your family and I will not name you Sister unless you may prove you are worthy of that title. Your brothers will be removed.”
I care not if she knew of my plan, it mattered not. If she desired honesty then let us be honest- my gaze lingering still upon the ocean ahead of us before those golden orbs, touched with violet, moved to rest upon her at last.
“Why are you more worthy of life than them? You carry that fouled blood too. Why should I not crush you in my jaws?”
If she did not have a good enough answer, perhaps I would do just that.
Ayal
for i was a ruler amongst men |