08-31-2018, 04:19 PM
27. what is y/c's driving force to keep going?
Survival. They were driven by the need for survival. Least most of them were, anyways. Darby- the stunt man and the hunter. He scavenged for food when they needed it. Being in snowbound, where he got to hunt for food and they ate more freely- meant to wild alter had been out less. In times of high stress, when they were fighting the other tomcats and single mothers for food, Delta had been free. Sometimes, she had appealed to the mother’s sympathy, playing the ‘I’m just a starving, poor child’ card. Delta believed in honor, but with enough push she would’ve lied again. Dagon believed in keeping them alive and doing whatever it fucking took. That included running away and keeping Dimitri from the memory of how to get back home. It wasn’t like Dimitri had went looking for the memory either, or asked him about it. Dagon might have told him how to go back home. Might have. He probably wouldn’t, Dagon knew it was better that way, to stay out of everyone’s way. Maybe this made him selfish. Maybe this made him some dark, twisted reflection of Dimitri.
Dimitri? He wanted inherently, to roll over and drink himself drunk on the idea that he could be just like everybody else. Maybe trying to adjust to normal life was something he had always aspired for, and that was what drove him. He wanted to be just like everyone else. He wanted to have friends, he wanted to have kids, and he wanted to grow old and die peacefully.
Survival. They were driven by the need for survival. Least most of them were, anyways. Darby- the stunt man and the hunter. He scavenged for food when they needed it. Being in snowbound, where he got to hunt for food and they ate more freely- meant to wild alter had been out less. In times of high stress, when they were fighting the other tomcats and single mothers for food, Delta had been free. Sometimes, she had appealed to the mother’s sympathy, playing the ‘I’m just a starving, poor child’ card. Delta believed in honor, but with enough push she would’ve lied again. Dagon believed in keeping them alive and doing whatever it fucking took. That included running away and keeping Dimitri from the memory of how to get back home. It wasn’t like Dimitri had went looking for the memory either, or asked him about it. Dagon might have told him how to go back home. Might have. He probably wouldn’t, Dagon knew it was better that way, to stay out of everyone’s way. Maybe this made him selfish. Maybe this made him some dark, twisted reflection of Dimitri.
Dimitri? He wanted inherently, to roll over and drink himself drunk on the idea that he could be just like everybody else. Maybe trying to adjust to normal life was something he had always aspired for, and that was what drove him. He wanted to be just like everyone else. He wanted to have friends, he wanted to have kids, and he wanted to grow old and die peacefully.