07-27-2018, 10:38 PM
“I wish to see The Rosebloods succeed just as much as you. But I do not need to win your asinine game to achieve it. But nonetheless… I must thank you I suppose…” Capone meowed, a smirk beginning to dominate her expression.
This was in part one of the problems with her and The Rosebloods. She had realized this a long time ago. She had made it great, she had challenged it to greater heights. But she had never herself nurtured it to that. She poked, prodded, and belittled it until people rose up to prove her wrong. Those were the ones she had cared about. But once she left where did it all go?
With her. It was the reason she had taken a step back away from The Rosebloods. Capone had wanted it to thrive on its own. She did not know how to nurture greatness. Even with this little project of hers. It amounted to little more than goading it and shoving pieces together to see what stuck.
The daemon did not know how to nurture anything. Her whole life as Capone she’d shoved away the responsibility of raising her kits on other females. Opting instead as a role model to look up to… And she’d wondered why so few had actually managed to surpass her. Capone hadn’t done anything to help them along the way to greatness.
It was no wonder Sorna was a flop compared to what Capone had expected her to be. Perhaps it was time for Capone to do more, to encourage the generations that had come after her to be more than she could be. But honestly she hadn’t the faintest idea of where to start.
All this went through Capone’s head with that same trade mark smirk still plastered on her face. The best pokerface she had.
“I was unaware of Dissonance’s motives until now. So I must thank you for revealing your hand to me. Above all there’s one thing I can assure you… You won’t be bored.” By the time she had finished saying this her smirk fell away to a grim look of certainty. If looks could kill Dissonance would be skewered nine ways from Sunday right now. Capone did not take kindly to threats against her soul.
Nor to those who belittled and scolded her. She would not engage in his bet. And his game meant nothing to her. She’d have done what she was going to do heedless of his presence here today.
This was in part one of the problems with her and The Rosebloods. She had realized this a long time ago. She had made it great, she had challenged it to greater heights. But she had never herself nurtured it to that. She poked, prodded, and belittled it until people rose up to prove her wrong. Those were the ones she had cared about. But once she left where did it all go?
With her. It was the reason she had taken a step back away from The Rosebloods. Capone had wanted it to thrive on its own. She did not know how to nurture greatness. Even with this little project of hers. It amounted to little more than goading it and shoving pieces together to see what stuck.
The daemon did not know how to nurture anything. Her whole life as Capone she’d shoved away the responsibility of raising her kits on other females. Opting instead as a role model to look up to… And she’d wondered why so few had actually managed to surpass her. Capone hadn’t done anything to help them along the way to greatness.
It was no wonder Sorna was a flop compared to what Capone had expected her to be. Perhaps it was time for Capone to do more, to encourage the generations that had come after her to be more than she could be. But honestly she hadn’t the faintest idea of where to start.
All this went through Capone’s head with that same trade mark smirk still plastered on her face. The best pokerface she had.
“I was unaware of Dissonance’s motives until now. So I must thank you for revealing your hand to me. Above all there’s one thing I can assure you… You won’t be bored.” By the time she had finished saying this her smirk fell away to a grim look of certainty. If looks could kill Dissonance would be skewered nine ways from Sunday right now. Capone did not take kindly to threats against her soul.
Nor to those who belittled and scolded her. She would not engage in his bet. And his game meant nothing to her. She’d have done what she was going to do heedless of his presence here today.