[M] I want to believe

Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-10-2011, 09:51 PM

[html]

Wordcount: 501

Much could be said for the power of imitation. Through it, Larkspur had learned how to ride and work his horse, how to use human tools and however ungracefully use his hands to make things. He repeated lore he had been taught, repeated faith he had never questioned, and had adapted to a normal life within a pack. Misery had reinforced this behavior, pushing him to find those who could show him the things he needed to learn. By no means bookish, Larkspur learned through imitation. No part of him would ever be suited to the more humanized, far more clever wolves that were his peers.

Larkspur, you see, was only a step above a primal beast.

He was stupidly clever, in this way, but not to the point he understood manipulation or lying. Never once had he tried to feign through something, only doing what he had believed was right. Teaching children to kill was an instinct. Challenging a weak alpha was an instinct. So too was defending what was his by blood.

The smell of illness, hot and terrible, curled his whiskers. Larkspur’s ears fell back as his lips pulled away from his gums. He was moving even before Harlowe appeared. His orange eyes, fever-bright, did not full comprehend the boy and his injuries. Instinct warned him of the sickness and told him to fear it. A second and more powerful voice was screaming from the can tah, speaking in the terrible voice of the unformed, echoing what his would-be nephew was babbling. The boy was here to hurt his family. The boy was a threat. The boy needed to be destroyed.

Bellowing, the black wolf charged. He was mid-shift when he struck the frail wolf, his bipedal form falling to the far more appropriate Secui. Hands reached for thin shoulders, but they turned to paws long before he forced Harlowe to the ground. Larkspur’s back curled almost cat-like, a bristling muscle filled mass of black fur. Sacred scars burned against his forearms as the can tah continued to shriek, now in Misery’s voice.

KILL HIM KILLHIMDOITNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW--

All cognitive thought fell away to this demand. Larkspur would have died for Misery, and he did not think to question her disembodied voice now. In his mind, she was a god. Nothing could change that fact. The Secui form had turned him into what he perhaps always would be; a beast that had not yet grown intelligent enough to consider its own destiny. Larkspur had been born into a cursed world, and now that salvation was at hand, he would not disobey the rules that others had put in place for him. These children were his salvation, and no one, not even the son of his alpha, would dare threaten the only thing he valued in the world.

He was screaming in a feral way, roaring with primordial fury that only nature could bring forth. Teeth yellowed from age parted and sought the throat.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?