are the dead really silent?I watch as the woman quenches her thirst, relaxed in her home and in the company of her pack. None would dare challenge The Monster with those loyal to her by her side. A true ruler amongst a people who knew her. A breath deep at her question, looking within myself for the real answer and not one she simply sought.
Fatherhood, it seemed was a strange path of life. It was one that captured the unwary. Nature had taken its hold in the heated cold of winter and gripped the minds of those who walked the world and danced to its tune. But nature had a sense of humor all its own and fate twisted to turn the lives of those who followed it. My fate, it seemed, had left me. A piece of my soul had become lost to the trails of the wind while pieces of my heart ran in directions my body could not. The lives of my children were precious and dear, and they gripped me with every movement they made.
Twisting. I reply truthfully. I had feared they would be born without purpose. Many have found theirs. They travel trails I wished they had never seen, but still I am pleased their souls have found paths that lead to life. I wished their mothers had witness the lives they had shared, I yearned for their voices in my ears, or their warmth by my side. There was none. All I could do was gather my children and hope my distant warmth was enough to stoke their subtle fires.
I ask, what do you want from me? With my pups swiftly growing and turning away from my unneeded eyes, my time around them seemed into their lives as an unwanted weed. I dared not press myself to them to smother their lives with a deadening presence. Time, I had. Purpose, I did not.
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; Asteraia |