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Nietzsche's eyes glittered in the dark as the other male spoke, his body small and thin. He wondered if he had fallen on hard times during this harsh winter or if he had been born so thin. The boy considered for a moment the rules of nature, the survival of the fittest. Some, he supposed, were not fit to survive, but it seemed as though his forced companion was still very much hanging in there. He dropped to his haunches and then to his belly, paws stretched out in front of him, fur brushing against the cold stone of the cavern's floor. He nodded slightly, head at a slight tilt. It was a natural quirk to show that he was listening and attentive, curiosity drove him to pay close attention to even the most mundane of things.
"Yes... it has. It has been, eh, pretty bad. I- eh, yeah, very bad." He silence fall between them and instead focused on the storm that raged outside. Nature, he thought, could be so brutal, but such a concept could not have a sense of what was right or what was wrong. Nature had no morals. It simply destroyed and rebuilt with no consideration to the creatures that called its wild expanse home. Nietzsche supposed, though, that nature could give no consideration. It was not alive, but on nights like these, it almost seemed to be.
His attention turned back towards Halcyon when the smaller male began to speak again. He had never enjoyed answering questions about himself but he supposed that it was customary to do so. "Well, I come from eh... far away. Up North from here, with big, snowy mountains." Nietzsche paused for a moment. "I lived in a pack but it... it vas too religious for me. I left because the wolves there... they served, I guess, no... eh... further purpose to me." Saying it out loud sounded harsh and perhaps if he had a better grasp on the common tongue he would have been able to phrase it better. "Perhaps religious is wrong word, yes? I think... old-fashioned? Customary, maybe?" He shook his head slightly.
"Ve spoke different words there. I have not been able to, eh, pick up so much of your tongue yet." Nietzsche offered the apology half-heartedly. Most important things were kept inside his head, regardless, and there was rarely a language associated with thought. "Can you tell me about this place?"
Egoism Is The Very Essence Of A Noble Soul
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