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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 10:08:52 GMT -5
King of the Coast, Kerberos
Kerberos had not reasoned why he had allowed her to speak up. Why he had contributed something to the world that seemed pointless. In the end, he realized there was a need to share things. He pleased himself on his history, on the story of his father. It was what based all the traditions of his choices, and he carried them on with a longing in his heart. Who would have assumed it would have been that meaningful to the wolf, but somehow his mind could not pass the realization that genes had caused him to be this way.
"No need to feel anything.” Tight words reassured her, his head tossed in a dismissal that he assumed would not be ignored. There was no need for him to feel anything himself, so why would he have influenced the same onto the female in his care? It was the last thing he would have desired, and the frown danced on his features. "Zarek, my father, was a demon from the very depths of hell. He was born with a madness, it never needed to be triggered. Trained to be a monster in our world, best that ever existed, perhaps. But he never needed coaxing.” His words were proud, it was hard to believe it. He admired his father for all that he had understood, how Zarek had managed to live so long and not succumb to the urge to die.
His head tossed, and eye glanced to the sky hatefully. His story continued though, softened voice even though the bitterness leaked in. It could not be avoided, and his tail swished in irritation. "There is no combating that heritage. How can you fight evil? When the light has never shined through in the first place?” His voice challenged, his mouth quivered as he found himself shifting restlessly, rocks scattered in response to his annoyance. "Goodness? What good would have ever came from it?” It was absurd. To think there was anything that could have ever mattered, something that would have been seemed worth changing himself over. It was inconceivable, despite the fact he agreed internally. He would never be changed. "He stole his mate from the forests and shoved her away on the mountain side. He tried everything, I think, to mean something to her.”
The male shrugged as he paced back over, coming up along side the female as she hovered there, staring outward. He settled himself down beside her this time around, and slumped down to the ground into a better position. His paws outstretched, and he laid his head on the rocks. "Goodness would have killed him - but Shai? His mate, she is said to have no goodness within her either. Darkness, misery filled her to the rim…” His eye half closed, fighting the roll that would have been offered. Hell, she did not sound like much of a female worth anything to him, but he had never been his father. "She battled him, never gave in… and it only destroyed him, it never offered him anything in the end. She was too stubborn to bend, perhaps that will be your power as well over this life.” The story took a firm tone, his settled body heaved a rough sigh as he settled his mind.
"But in the end?” When his eye opened, he offered his his gaze. "When Shai passed on to the great whatever emptiness she deserved, Zarek searched for her.” The thought astounded him still, it confused him beyond recognition. As he debated on how things could be approached, he took to giving details. He wanted her to know the story, and his ears rolled back against his head. "He became a different wolf, worse. Worse than he had ever been, because nothing tied him to our world anymore. He was ready to go.” The solemn tone tinged him with sadness. He had lost his father, and he had never really been rewarded with the closeness he would have desired. A single meeting in his entire life with the dark wolf, to be exact. "Yet, he told me the one time I met him, he believed she had been reincarnated somewhere.”
"That was the reason for my existence.” A wolfish grin appeared fierce for the moment, then he rolled on to his hip. As he licked his lips lightly, and he considered what he could do. Perhaps he would drag her back, perhaps he would offer her a bit of the sea lion after all. Making it back to the den needed to be rewarded after her first punishment, it only made sense. But the sad note ended his words, "But he never found her found her again. Eventually there was just… nothing left of him. Nothing left to live for.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 10:41:45 GMT -5
She listened to his gruff words, and she fancied she heard just the smallest fragment of longing in him. A craving to see what that light could be, kept firmly in check by the very great fear of pain and betrayal. She inclined her head in mild agreement, unsure of how much she could offer in return. They both had such different outlooks, such different histories that there were some things that they couldn't discuss now. Not when they were both to raw. "You cannot fight evil" she said after a thoughtful pause, her voice rasping only slightly. "To fight evil is to corrupt the souls of those of the light. By labelling one as the enemy and resorting to violence, one becomes precisely that which one tried to eradicate." She spoke of things she had never experienced, and yet the wisdom was settled deeply in her heart. She knew, just as surely as the sun would rise each morning, that she was speaking truth. "Instead, we must forgive the evil. By embracing the darkness, we can show that there is a different way of life. One less desolate." She paused, worried that she had gone too far, and yet desperate that he understood. She was not condemning him for all that he had done, and all that he would do. Like a lighthouse on a stormy night, she was there to show him the path to peace and wholeness.
The day had taken an odd turn, and she didn't so much as move a muscle when he dropped to the ground beside her. The closeness didn't bother her now, she determined with surprise. Instead, she was driven by the irrational need to comfort him for the things that he did not want comfort for. So she held her urges in check, lying calmly at his side...almost close enough to touch. She listened to his story avidly, drinking in the story that looked so deeply at the intertwining of souls. This Shai...Namiko was torn about her. Stolen away from her family, she could sympathise with the girl's stubborn refusal to accept her new position in life. And yet, how could she not have seen the desperation by which Zarek tried to woo her? It made perfect sense in her mind that the Ker's father had been driven through the realms of madness and beyond. To have nothing to live for...well, it made one reckless; heedless of the consequences.
At the firm note in his voice, she sighed deeply and shook her head. "I may be stubborn, but I have a heart" she disagreed mildly. "From your tales, Shai was a tortured soul. She could not - or would not, I cannot say - open her heart to those around her. Her only drive to live will have been the pride in surviving another day as her own mistress." She paused, running a thoughtful tongue over her lips. "That is a lonely, thankless life - paved with bitterness, that I would not survive." She realised belatedly that she was telling the male far too much about herself, but she let the matter drop. She'd spoken of trust...here she was proving her worth. She might not be happy with the situation, but she'd stay true to herself.
She had guessed the way the story would turn out before Ker voiced it. Left without purpose, without fulfilment, it was no surprise that Zarek had gone the road he had. In consequence, it was quite clear to her why the dark male beside her was the way he was. He was the product of another unhappy union, a frustrated coupling to quell the fire in Zarek's heart. Even evil could love, she discovered. It was an unsettling thought, and yet why shouldn't they? Just because darkness wrapped around them didn't mean they were sundered from the light forever. She didn't dare touch upon the topic of reincarnation. As far as she was concerned, that was simply a desperate flight of fancy - a last effort to cling to what could have been. Perhaps it was a desire to find forgiveness or redemption for the past wrongs committed...perhaps it was just a need to possess what had left before the desired time. But for her, there was no such thing. For her, they were all unique entities, and when they died, so did the essence of themself. Some traits might be sound again in another soul...but one would never find the same again. That was simply not the way things worked.
"Speech"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 11:31:04 GMT -5
King of the Coast, Kerberos
The male bristled, disgusted on the motions that rocketed through him. He had shared something in depth, and he forced himself to turn his gaze to the one who welcomed him into the life that was his fury. Redemption lacked him, reminded him that there was nothing to be entrusted in the feelings that he sheltered into his heart. Tail swished from one side to the other, and he found himself wanting to snarl. Oh yes, he wanted to bow his head and admit that he was worth so little.
As he frowned faintly, his head cocked to the side as he managed to keep himself fascinated on the sounds that laced around his ears. How could he offer up things that were required? Tail swished lightly, and he arched himself faintly as his body settled a bit more the near warmth. It leaned beside him, and he wanted to have the pleasure considered of his mind, and it billowed with reminder of his place in the world. He had warranted all the world against the goodness that had tried to win him over. In the end, it had been a failed cause.
"Shai was a cruel torment of the gods, one supposes. If there is more than one in existence.” His words nibbled around the edge, and his mouth twisted at back as he consider himself lucky. Hunched shoulders caused him to want to almost cringe under her words. Oh, it seemed so reasonable. Just accept that the world was not black and white. After that moment had succeeded, then what would he do with the rest of his life.
"Nothing can be so readily put into what you have faith in.” Mouth stilled, and he attempted not to give her something that would have welcomed conflict. His mouth tipped to the side and he swallowed the violence down. It was attempt that was well welcomed, and he struggled to keep the calm. He had grasped it, through the form of stories and sadness. But it was all he could have hoped for.
Blue grey eye turned to the female he had brought into his life. The frown touched his features for a few long moments, and then he exhaled harshly. "Far be it for me to argue, you're likely right. I know there is good in the world,” The amendment dropped out of his mouth with a soft tone. "But I've never settled my eye upon it before.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 16:56:07 GMT -5
Their conversation was petering out, and she wondered whether he was as lost in thought as she was. There had been a fundamental shift in the dynamics between them, and she was scared of ruining the moment. For this fleeting moment, they were equals - connecting on a philosophical level that knew no distinction between master and slave. She felt him shift closer, his pelt barely mingling with her pale robe. She closed her eyes, a deep weariness plaguing her mind and senses. The day had been a roller-coaster of emotions, and she felt drained. She twisted one ear towards him, humming in assent to his words. It wouldn't help to put a label on this Shai - she had passed on and left the misery behind her. Still, Namiko couldn't help but wonder what her side of the story was. Perhaps, when it was time for her to pass on, she'd get a chance of meeting the wolf who had descended a entire lineage into darkness.
Cautiously, she turned herself over to the side, ignoring the painful stab in her shoulder as she did so. Hardly daring to breathe and at the same time trying to keep things as light and normal as possible, she let her back rest lightly against the broad flank of the male beside her. "Such matters are seldom internalised overnight" she replied softly, closing her eyes and letting herself relax. "I'm still learning myself." A faint smile pulled her lips upwards at the thought, her features a picture of serenity. This was how life was supposed to be, and she cherished the moment. It would slip away all too soon, and then she would stand - bereft and aching.
She didn't react to his giving her right, simply acknowledging the matter in her heart. She was going to accompany Kerberos on his journey - try to be the spot of colour in his black and grey world. She resisted the urge to point out all the goodness in the world, inhaling deeply and exhaling softly. She would show him - quietly and carefully, that there was no need to fear the light. That there was no shame in trusting or caring. It would take time, lots of time to ease him slowly into this new state of awareness. But she wasn't worried. The ways things were looking now, she had plenty of time in his company.
With a start, she realised that she no longer felt the faintest desire to flee this madness, no matter the consequences. She couldn't abandon the male now - not when she felt in her heart that a fragment of him craved the honest acceptance of friendship. In the kingdom he had created, that nurturing spirit had been squashed as far as she could determine. But not in her - even if it killed her to try, she would do her part in making the coast whole again. The silence stretched between them; not tense or oppressive, simply companionable. "I'm tired" she murmured, not bothering to open her eyes. She'd know soon enough what the plan for the remaining day and night were. Until then, she was going to bask in this moment and commit it firmly to memory.
"Speech"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 17:29:11 GMT -5
King of the Coast, Kerberos
The secondary reason that he detested opening up about the emotional edge of life proved itself in a blink of an eye. He was forced to face the facts, and his head inclined innocently as he realized he was judged. It was a harsh fact, but somehow he had managed to open up about his life. It could be connected to him, only because he could not get the blasted honest emotion out of his voice. Despite the fact that she remained lifeless in her position, he could sense her reactions.
That was enough to have him looking concerned, and his tail swished to the left as he settled his muzzle against the cool stone. It bothered him that he seemed to have a decent head on him about story telling. It felt like something an elder should have performed, sharing stories. But he supposed every story started somewhere, he could only have imagined what it would have been like before he came into his power.
Oh, not that he had never heard stories before. He had been riveted by the traveling story tellers when he had be young. Narrowed eye softened for a moment after he swallowed, and his body rolled at the announcement of her exhaustion. Well, he supposed that was fair. He had tossed her carelessly, so it only made sense that he conducted himself accordingly. As he surveyed the area, he twisted lightly when he was confident.
"Rest,” Soft voice murmured carefully, "I'll keep my eyes out.” Mouth curved upward and he managed to show his amusement, but he reached over to push his nose against her cheek. It was an odd gesture of affection, but before he would have allowed anything to be said about it, he threw his head in the opposite direction and started his watch.
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