08-07-2018, 06:08 PM
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if he was to be seen as a monster, he might as well live up to it.
a larger cat was next to approach, by the sound of her footsteps. lynx-sized, perhaps a bit smaller. despite being blind it was easy to catch the way she radiated power, commanding the area around her. seemed she thought she was top dog. bubonicplague would prove her wrong on that. eventually. the horse-sized beast twitched an ear at her instruction, staying rooted to the ground for a lingering moment, before slowly following. "do i have a choice?" he grumbled out.
the lives of the rogues here, or rather any life other than his own or his husband's, bubonicplague couldn't have cared less about. he was beyond that point, in all honesty. nothing really mattered to the timeless demon anymore. he'd been alive so long, the lives of mortals eventually began to blend together. they were different, and yet... so similar. repetitive. they repeated their mistakes time and time again, and at some times, it was easier to just put the stupid beings out of their misery than to let them continue with their meaningless lives.
though the way they fought to defend themselves and others was admirable, in some sense. they struggled every hour of every day just to keep going, despite the fact that eventually, they would die. the creatures could reincarnate or possess a new body as many times as they wanted, but eventually, death would catch up. and it would not be merciful the day that it finally put a rest to the defying mortals. at times, bubonicplague wished he was mortal. wished he could have the privilege of dying and not coming back. staying dead. he had been around so long, too fucking long, he wished someone would put an end to his miserable, cursed life.
but such a thing was not possible.
in the midst of his thoughts, another feline joined, introduced herself and said something about how she wouldn't carry him. there was humor laced in her voice, but it did not reach the male. he spared the little cat nothing but a twitch of his ear, blind eyes narrowing to slits. "i don't care." bubonicplague told her, voice flat and face void of emotion. he wasn't here to make friends. he was here for something to do, a temporary purpose. the direwolf continued in his path behind jiyu in silence.
if he was to be seen as a monster, he might as well live up to it.
a larger cat was next to approach, by the sound of her footsteps. lynx-sized, perhaps a bit smaller. despite being blind it was easy to catch the way she radiated power, commanding the area around her. seemed she thought she was top dog. bubonicplague would prove her wrong on that. eventually. the horse-sized beast twitched an ear at her instruction, staying rooted to the ground for a lingering moment, before slowly following. "do i have a choice?" he grumbled out.
the lives of the rogues here, or rather any life other than his own or his husband's, bubonicplague couldn't have cared less about. he was beyond that point, in all honesty. nothing really mattered to the timeless demon anymore. he'd been alive so long, the lives of mortals eventually began to blend together. they were different, and yet... so similar. repetitive. they repeated their mistakes time and time again, and at some times, it was easier to just put the stupid beings out of their misery than to let them continue with their meaningless lives.
though the way they fought to defend themselves and others was admirable, in some sense. they struggled every hour of every day just to keep going, despite the fact that eventually, they would die. the creatures could reincarnate or possess a new body as many times as they wanted, but eventually, death would catch up. and it would not be merciful the day that it finally put a rest to the defying mortals. at times, bubonicplague wished he was mortal. wished he could have the privilege of dying and not coming back. staying dead. he had been around so long, too fucking long, he wished someone would put an end to his miserable, cursed life.
but such a thing was not possible.
in the midst of his thoughts, another feline joined, introduced herself and said something about how she wouldn't carry him. there was humor laced in her voice, but it did not reach the male. he spared the little cat nothing but a twitch of his ear, blind eyes narrowing to slits. "i don't care." bubonicplague told her, voice flat and face void of emotion. he wasn't here to make friends. he was here for something to do, a temporary purpose. the direwolf continued in his path behind jiyu in silence.
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I AM THE END OF ALL THINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.