He irritates me so much. He has always been like flee in the fur. I do not know why he rubs me so raw. I clench my jaws. I must go against my instinct with him and I must hold my jaws shut for now, for Solaris. No matter how much they call for blood and death in my mind, how he is a scourge that needs to be cleansed from this land and they tell me this, I must not. Lillith...Lillith taunts me, tells me that I can’t do it anyway, too small, but small...is not always bad, and does not always lose. Right now, we have both lost, for we are both without Solaris.
His retort on death makes my lips part and my teeth fly out in a snarl. ”Yes- bring him back, yes, imprint must come back, must…” I sputter out, my eyes closing as I prevent myself from stuttering. ”Yes- yes- just as mother kills imprint, I killed mother, had to stop, yes, too late, had to try, too late…” I say in a repeating fashion as I try to prevent my mother’s voice from taking over my head with her laughter, how alive she really is, within, how alive and I shake my head.
”Who is going to kill you one day, hm? HM? And who have YOU killed, I see it, in your eyes, I see it,” I say with my own yellow eyes now wide, perhaps some would say touched with insanity but I know only my own mind. Part of me, a small voice deep down, tries to tell me that someone is wrong with me, something is not right and I am indeed crazed...but that voice is always drowned out the moment it attempts to speak up.
I snort myself at his response to staying, and how Solaris left. Eden knows nothing, and I feel only a foaming jealously at the mouth of Eden. ”YOU know nothing, makes you uncomfortable, hm? Not understanding? It eats at you, eats, eats….” I say shaking my head and clenching my teeth again, trying to stop myself from talking, wishing for some sort of restraint over my mouth not for myself but for Solaris. I finally step back from him, my mouth reaching down for the skull once more.
”Fine, bury his den, fine, nothing but us,” I mumble as I grasp the skull in my muzzle again, my short black fur prickling as I look to Eden again, not wishing to take my eyes off him. I cannot trust a snake not to strike- even if it is one that Solaris trusted.
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