10-06-2018, 11:54 PM
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It is easy to lie to oneself, he knows himself better than he does anyone else. (Knows the hunger under his skin, what triggers it and what curbs it. ) Labling himself as a monster isn't wrong as much as it's... Inadequate of his intentions (and down right depressing to think about) - because monsters are things that lurk in the day with calm eyes licking blood between their claws, stare down allies and enemies alike as if they were a meal. Monsters are something threatening- and inny is all shake and bend and gentle even if he hates it, the label fits well enough. Even if he only keeps it because it is the only armor he will ever have.
He is not a monster, he tells himself this desperately because monsters are dark terrible things that walked along him and his sisters and stared at him between crimson eyes and-
maybe he is not gentle all the time, and maybe somewhere- sometime he is a monster. And to look at inortis and sometimes see a flash of the hunger under his skin, the clicking of his teeth as he chitters between teeth, clicking sound- taunting prey drawing out a challenge crimson eyes starting down something small something scared and shaking and-
To be a monster, you do not always have to be a monster. And inortis wishes it away, if he could have one thing it would be to become the mask he is- that the monster is easy as shedding his fur. He would live happily knowing that he can enjoy the taste of baked yeast without gaging, the smell of fresh fruit without nausea.
Maybe what he needs is a place of monsters seeking peace, but like him no monster will reveal itself. No one will pour their heart out to a stranger, and inny is left stranded, playing the guessing game on where is his new home, closeing his eyes and pointing- preying that his choice will be the right one.
What he knows if snowbound is cold. Cold paws cold home, but warm hearts. And he hopes, the desperately Savage thing inside of him aside; he hopes desperately.
The blood on his jaws is not fresh, but a lingering reminder that he ate- and a rebuttal to keep the thing inside him at bay. A coping method for the wilds - that he remembers isn't common in clans. He winces at the unsettled little thing, even as his own monster clicks it's attention. Regards another preditor something along his back crawls down-downdown. Revulsion is an easy emotion to hide, a slight sheepish grin on his maw as he greets the strangers at the border.
"Ah, my name is innortis,
I was wondering if I could join? " there is no stutter not when these words have been rehearsed for days before hand, when he first got the chills of the snow and word of a clan- snow bound up ahead.
.
It is easy to lie to oneself, he knows himself better than he does anyone else. (Knows the hunger under his skin, what triggers it and what curbs it. ) Labling himself as a monster isn't wrong as much as it's... Inadequate of his intentions (and down right depressing to think about) - because monsters are things that lurk in the day with calm eyes licking blood between their claws, stare down allies and enemies alike as if they were a meal. Monsters are something threatening- and inny is all shake and bend and gentle even if he hates it, the label fits well enough. Even if he only keeps it because it is the only armor he will ever have.
He is not a monster, he tells himself this desperately because monsters are dark terrible things that walked along him and his sisters and stared at him between crimson eyes and-
maybe he is not gentle all the time, and maybe somewhere- sometime he is a monster. And to look at inortis and sometimes see a flash of the hunger under his skin, the clicking of his teeth as he chitters between teeth, clicking sound- taunting prey drawing out a challenge crimson eyes starting down something small something scared and shaking and-
To be a monster, you do not always have to be a monster. And inortis wishes it away, if he could have one thing it would be to become the mask he is- that the monster is easy as shedding his fur. He would live happily knowing that he can enjoy the taste of baked yeast without gaging, the smell of fresh fruit without nausea.
Maybe what he needs is a place of monsters seeking peace, but like him no monster will reveal itself. No one will pour their heart out to a stranger, and inny is left stranded, playing the guessing game on where is his new home, closeing his eyes and pointing- preying that his choice will be the right one.
What he knows if snowbound is cold. Cold paws cold home, but warm hearts. And he hopes, the desperately Savage thing inside of him aside; he hopes desperately.
The blood on his jaws is not fresh, but a lingering reminder that he ate- and a rebuttal to keep the thing inside him at bay. A coping method for the wilds - that he remembers isn't common in clans. He winces at the unsettled little thing, even as his own monster clicks it's attention. Regards another preditor something along his back crawls down-downdown. Revulsion is an easy emotion to hide, a slight sheepish grin on his maw as he greets the strangers at the border.
"Ah, my name is innortis,
I was wondering if I could join? " there is no stutter not when these words have been rehearsed for days before hand, when he first got the chills of the snow and word of a clan- snow bound up ahead.
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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