Post by Andarial on Jul 19, 2010 19:14:32 GMT -5
Notes: YAY HERE IS ANOTHER SECTION
“Sorry,” I said quietly and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “It’s nothing I’m just frustrated.”
He decided to leave it and I was grateful for him not pushing the subject. He wasn’t stupid. He knew when to leave something alone. I sighed and shook my head. I wasn’t ready to start fighting. Not ready to get in the thick of it with my sore and aching body again. He grinned at me, an understanding smile.
“Let’s take a longer break, you’re obviously tired,” he said and placed his weapon on the rack, turning his back on me.
“No, I’m not,” I said stubbornly but I glanced at him with a grateful gleam in my eye and he merely smiled wider as I placed my weapon next to his.
God his smile is so-, I groaned at the niggling voice in the back of my mind. I hated it. It wouldn’t leave me alone. It was speaking the truth too. I wished it were a real person so I could rip out its throat and bask in the warm gush of blood. But sadly the voice was only in my head and I had to put up with hearing it constantly say wonderful things about this gorgeous man in front of me.
“So how many werewolves have you killed?” I asked, it was a truly innocent question when it was inside my mind but as soon as I asked it I realized how horrible it sounded and I gasped.
He laughed heartily and continued to chuckle as he talked, “I love the way you just say what’s on your mind.”
He had no idea what was on my mind. If he did he would run away so fast he would suck the air out of the room. I felt my pale cheeks flush at his laugh and his words; I knew he wasn’t making fun of me.
His face suddenly became that emotionless mask it had been when he had been talking about the death of my human’s other werewolf, “I have killed far too many to count.”
His voice was a whisper, soft and a little lost; I could sense even underneath all the emotions he had numbed that he was unsure of his killing. Just like I would be. These werewolves didn’t deserve it. I knew him so well, or at least that’s how it felt. I felt like I had known him my whole life. When in fact it had been only a little over half a week.
Perhaps it was our souls, forever intertwined through life; energy forever living together and loving each other, finding each other over and over again. I believe that souls were just that, energy, as energy could not be destroyed and neither could souls; only transformed, and so we were transformed into some other creature or living being. It was a much happier out look on life than the thought that we were forever rotting in the ground or spirits bound to haunt the mortal planes.
I did not admit this to him however, afraid of rejection. Emotional pain was far worse than physical. It was worse than even silver, in my mind. But who knew what other people thought. I did not feel disappointment in him for killing those werewolves. I just wondered what human was strong enough to be able to control this Ancient.
I feared a human like that, more than any human that controlled me. Even more than the icy-eyed human that had found me in my cell in the compound. I sat heavily down upon the ground (against the wall) and sighed, placing my head in my hands. I was so tired. Not just physically but emotionally. This looming fight was both exciting and terrifying, draining my energy. Getting ready for it was even worse, but at least I could do something here instead of staring endlessly up at the ceiling.
I wondered what was going on outside of this place. Was the world truly moving on without knowing what happened here? Or did it know and just not care? Were we really so unimportant to the humans that none cared? Were there really no werewolves left to save the ones caught? Or were there some left and they were just too scared?
So many questions flitted through my head. I clutched at my shortly cropped hair and let out a sigh of relief as the slight pain relieved the angry buzzing of the questions from my mind. I relaxed my fingers and a breath passed through my lips again. I glanced up and I saw Creekrunner watching me curiously. He quickly dropped his gaze though and I wrote it off as merely him wondering what I was thinking. I had no idea what he was really thinking.
“Creekrunner?” I whispered to him, he was the only one close enough to hear.
He looked up and walked over to me and sat down discreetly. He didn’t look at me once he just sat there, his lips moved, he didn’t try to hide that, but he didn’t try to draw attention to himself.
“I have been having these dreams lately...,” I said slowly and quietly. He nodded a sign for me to continue. I did, “I have been running through this forest. And it’s always the same forest. In the last one I came face to face with a wolf that looked like you and all I could do was watch you die from a gun wound.”
I whispered the last sentence in horror, holding back tears that threatened to fall from my eyes, a burning lump was forming in my throat. I breathed in a trembling gasp. He was silent. I looked over at him and something flashed across his face, as if he had come to some conclusion.
“What are you thinking?” I whispered earnestly.
He looked over at me and grimly smiled, “I believe… I’ll tell you after the fight.”
“Sorry,” I said quietly and pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “It’s nothing I’m just frustrated.”
He decided to leave it and I was grateful for him not pushing the subject. He wasn’t stupid. He knew when to leave something alone. I sighed and shook my head. I wasn’t ready to start fighting. Not ready to get in the thick of it with my sore and aching body again. He grinned at me, an understanding smile.
“Let’s take a longer break, you’re obviously tired,” he said and placed his weapon on the rack, turning his back on me.
“No, I’m not,” I said stubbornly but I glanced at him with a grateful gleam in my eye and he merely smiled wider as I placed my weapon next to his.
God his smile is so-, I groaned at the niggling voice in the back of my mind. I hated it. It wouldn’t leave me alone. It was speaking the truth too. I wished it were a real person so I could rip out its throat and bask in the warm gush of blood. But sadly the voice was only in my head and I had to put up with hearing it constantly say wonderful things about this gorgeous man in front of me.
“So how many werewolves have you killed?” I asked, it was a truly innocent question when it was inside my mind but as soon as I asked it I realized how horrible it sounded and I gasped.
He laughed heartily and continued to chuckle as he talked, “I love the way you just say what’s on your mind.”
He had no idea what was on my mind. If he did he would run away so fast he would suck the air out of the room. I felt my pale cheeks flush at his laugh and his words; I knew he wasn’t making fun of me.
His face suddenly became that emotionless mask it had been when he had been talking about the death of my human’s other werewolf, “I have killed far too many to count.”
His voice was a whisper, soft and a little lost; I could sense even underneath all the emotions he had numbed that he was unsure of his killing. Just like I would be. These werewolves didn’t deserve it. I knew him so well, or at least that’s how it felt. I felt like I had known him my whole life. When in fact it had been only a little over half a week.
Perhaps it was our souls, forever intertwined through life; energy forever living together and loving each other, finding each other over and over again. I believe that souls were just that, energy, as energy could not be destroyed and neither could souls; only transformed, and so we were transformed into some other creature or living being. It was a much happier out look on life than the thought that we were forever rotting in the ground or spirits bound to haunt the mortal planes.
I did not admit this to him however, afraid of rejection. Emotional pain was far worse than physical. It was worse than even silver, in my mind. But who knew what other people thought. I did not feel disappointment in him for killing those werewolves. I just wondered what human was strong enough to be able to control this Ancient.
I feared a human like that, more than any human that controlled me. Even more than the icy-eyed human that had found me in my cell in the compound. I sat heavily down upon the ground (against the wall) and sighed, placing my head in my hands. I was so tired. Not just physically but emotionally. This looming fight was both exciting and terrifying, draining my energy. Getting ready for it was even worse, but at least I could do something here instead of staring endlessly up at the ceiling.
I wondered what was going on outside of this place. Was the world truly moving on without knowing what happened here? Or did it know and just not care? Were we really so unimportant to the humans that none cared? Were there really no werewolves left to save the ones caught? Or were there some left and they were just too scared?
So many questions flitted through my head. I clutched at my shortly cropped hair and let out a sigh of relief as the slight pain relieved the angry buzzing of the questions from my mind. I relaxed my fingers and a breath passed through my lips again. I glanced up and I saw Creekrunner watching me curiously. He quickly dropped his gaze though and I wrote it off as merely him wondering what I was thinking. I had no idea what he was really thinking.
“Creekrunner?” I whispered to him, he was the only one close enough to hear.
He looked up and walked over to me and sat down discreetly. He didn’t look at me once he just sat there, his lips moved, he didn’t try to hide that, but he didn’t try to draw attention to himself.
“I have been having these dreams lately...,” I said slowly and quietly. He nodded a sign for me to continue. I did, “I have been running through this forest. And it’s always the same forest. In the last one I came face to face with a wolf that looked like you and all I could do was watch you die from a gun wound.”
I whispered the last sentence in horror, holding back tears that threatened to fall from my eyes, a burning lump was forming in my throat. I breathed in a trembling gasp. He was silent. I looked over at him and something flashed across his face, as if he had come to some conclusion.
“What are you thinking?” I whispered earnestly.
He looked over at me and grimly smiled, “I believe… I’ll tell you after the fight.”