10-05-2018, 11:11 PM
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What a fall from grace this has all been.
Nothing innocent can ever last, they will say. People will croon and coddle a child, but when that child grows there are things expected of them. Oh, little child- grown of claws and teeth- you are a creature made to hunt. Instincts will tell the child to hunt- and parents wait for him to pick up the learning curve, but innocence is a willow- it will bend, but when a typhoon comes crashing- the birch tree will fall, and the willow will stand. Mother says this - tells the child so - you just learn when it is right to bend, and when to stand.
There is nothing wrong with being kind.
Nothing wrong with being soft.
And inortis hates this comparison, he is a predator made of tooth and claw- and there is blood staining his fur as there is anyone else- but when people look they see his flinch at violence his stutter. It’s so easy to label someone weak- just because you do not know them. So inortis takes this in and watches back. Crowd watching for the predator- the truly dangerous ones- and avoids them. Living as a loner for the longest time- he has learned to live with being alone.
(but he was always alone, before- before before- he had a home. He was alone, missing father and tender mother. In a big bad world that breaths war and fire into the same sentence. Torture is a punishment- unrelenting for soft kind souls like him. )
But he is not soft, he knows this.
A family trait passed down from generation to generation. Still, he can feel it crawling under his skin like centipedes. Sometimes- sometimes the pale ruby of his gaze will darken to a crimson- and the white of his eyes will blacken- sometimes- sometimes he can be soft, but other times-
(a monster shifts under his skin, and it howls out in hunger)
feed feedfeedfeedfeedF E E D
Maybe there is nothing wrong with it- in anticlans that breed cruelty and war; it is common to see lions feasting on their own. (but he can’t help it- can’t help the craving- that nothing else can satisfy it quite like-)
Inortis has seen fire and the way it consumes. How it spreads and licks and burns- he tries to avoid fire. Not necessarily for the comparison, but for the hidden thrill it gives to the thing inside of him.
disgusting and foul
- burning
hunger
so when his clan filled with darkness is suddenly filled with light- that the smell of burning home reaches out for miles- Inortis flees. It isn't often that he will indulge with his own reckless impulses- they are too close ligned with the thing. But he does, and for quite a while he lives alone, lives on the brink of starving and alone that he knows- knows lions are made to be social. He needs society as much as a plant needs water. Otherwise the thing get's louder- harder to ignore harder to r e s i s t-
So he travels with no destination in mind, now that he is away from home it makes it easier to stay away. Find a place more aligned to his gentle nature. Maybe a place that is accepting of monsters- even if they are unaware of the one lurking under inny's skin ( he will not tell them, no- they will pull it from him tooth by tooth- if they want to know. See it when he fights back viciously to hold his fragile little mask of gentle.) A place that innortis does not have to fear the looks of every passerby, does not have to worry about his next meal.
to plains and forests, to hills and valleys, until he discover the freshly fallen snow does he halt. Pale red eyes straining, a slight limp- from an injury of another clan he had passed. He is tired and weary, but he knows by now that it is better to wait at the border of a place- knows what can happen if you pass- at least at anticlans. And, well- manners never hurt anyone.
.
Nothing innocent can ever last, they will say. People will croon and coddle a child, but when that child grows there are things expected of them. Oh, little child- grown of claws and teeth- you are a creature made to hunt. Instincts will tell the child to hunt- and parents wait for him to pick up the learning curve, but innocence is a willow- it will bend, but when a typhoon comes crashing- the birch tree will fall, and the willow will stand. Mother says this - tells the child so - you just learn when it is right to bend, and when to stand.
There is nothing wrong with being kind.
Nothing wrong with being soft.
And inortis hates this comparison, he is a predator made of tooth and claw- and there is blood staining his fur as there is anyone else- but when people look they see his flinch at violence his stutter. It’s so easy to label someone weak- just because you do not know them. So inortis takes this in and watches back. Crowd watching for the predator- the truly dangerous ones- and avoids them. Living as a loner for the longest time- he has learned to live with being alone.
(but he was always alone, before- before before- he had a home. He was alone, missing father and tender mother. In a big bad world that breaths war and fire into the same sentence. Torture is a punishment- unrelenting for soft kind souls like him. )
But he is not soft, he knows this.
A family trait passed down from generation to generation. Still, he can feel it crawling under his skin like centipedes. Sometimes- sometimes the pale ruby of his gaze will darken to a crimson- and the white of his eyes will blacken- sometimes- sometimes he can be soft, but other times-
(a monster shifts under his skin, and it howls out in hunger)
feed feedfeedfeedfeedF E E D
Maybe there is nothing wrong with it- in anticlans that breed cruelty and war; it is common to see lions feasting on their own. (but he can’t help it- can’t help the craving- that nothing else can satisfy it quite like-)
Inortis has seen fire and the way it consumes. How it spreads and licks and burns- he tries to avoid fire. Not necessarily for the comparison, but for the hidden thrill it gives to the thing inside of him.
disgusting and foul
- burning
hunger
so when his clan filled with darkness is suddenly filled with light- that the smell of burning home reaches out for miles- Inortis flees. It isn't often that he will indulge with his own reckless impulses- they are too close ligned with the thing. But he does, and for quite a while he lives alone, lives on the brink of starving and alone that he knows- knows lions are made to be social. He needs society as much as a plant needs water. Otherwise the thing get's louder- harder to ignore harder to r e s i s t-
So he travels with no destination in mind, now that he is away from home it makes it easier to stay away. Find a place more aligned to his gentle nature. Maybe a place that is accepting of monsters- even if they are unaware of the one lurking under inny's skin ( he will not tell them, no- they will pull it from him tooth by tooth- if they want to know. See it when he fights back viciously to hold his fragile little mask of gentle.) A place that innortis does not have to fear the looks of every passerby, does not have to worry about his next meal.
to plains and forests, to hills and valleys, until he discover the freshly fallen snow does he halt. Pale red eyes straining, a slight limp- from an injury of another clan he had passed. He is tired and weary, but he knows by now that it is better to wait at the border of a place- knows what can happen if you pass- at least at anticlans. And, well- manners never hurt anyone.
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I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
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