are the dead really silent?
The proximity to Psyche calmed and soothed my soul. Though the whispers and warnings, occasionally laughter, of spirits around me still sang in my ears, she gave a source to cling to. Always having been free with touch, even laying with mated strangers, as I lean gently against Psyche I know something is different with her. A fire within me. A flame I would never let burn out.
I looked over at The Monster as she spoke. With her words the words beyond the veil became clear. It was the horror of what could happen naturally that shocked others. Her question was curious to me. I remembered what I had done, the shame others had tried to make me feel for my actions. But the joy that came from those actions could not be described. Life has grown from the death, and through payment more lives had been saved while another died. My blood lived on. Her life had been ended and my payment was a debt that had been paid in full. I studied the woman closely, my eyes narrowing. Hunting another wolf was no different than thinning the herd of deer. It was only natural. My own daughter curled up to sleep with her pound price, a rabbit that had been meant to pay for her in blood. She would never do so much as nip the creature too hard.
“My blood, and the blood of those who become mine shall never touch the tongues of those who crave such flesh. ” My words are simple and clear. There is no threat in them though the meaning is plain. My daughter will not become fodder. Anywho carry my scent with my permission, or linger with interest on my mind are mine and under my protection. Their voices will not be added to those who cannot speak by being hunted by those I could call pack.
My burnt eyes lock onto the Alphess’ vibrant ones. Focus shifts as others unseen around her, briefly pulling me from the present to the scenes of a realm unknown. It was a second before I return, called back by Psyche at me side. Those who I visit cry out for me, begging for more, for their voices, singing for me to avenge and protect them. Within me, my bones and body drive me to stand by what is mine. “I see and stand by those who are not meant to die. I hear those who are guilty of their crimes and pay their debts with their lives. Stepping back and forth, I do not fear death. I feel its balance with life. I walk the trails between that balance with every step. If I must choose a path for you, I will protect that balance.” Unconsciously, though she was already claimed by the pack, I stood over Psyche, my head lowered over her. She was mine to defend, I would be by her side for as long as she needed me.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; wandering ghost |