[M] I want to believe

Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-11-2011, 05:45 PM

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It was not out of love that Larkspur protected these children. He did so out of blind devotion to a higher power, a stronger instinct. Love did not exist in his world; his devotion to Misery was the closest thing to love he understood. The boy he now sought to destroy was nothing. Once he had considered his potential, given him chances to prove he was not from the same stock as his weak-blooded mother. Within weeks, he had seen the truth. Nothing in the boy was made to serve—he only lived for selfish reasons, barely scraping by on scraps scavenged from others meals. Larkspur had stopped providing for him as soon as he had realized the boy was nothing but a lost cause.

His teeth sunk into tender flesh, but he did not release this and shook his head furiously, snapping the neck long before the boy breathed his last. Only when the man-child went limp did he finally break their bond. Blood darkened his muzzle, stained his teeth. Larkspur breathed in bursts of air, his powerful body oddly still. Misery’s voice whispered to him from the can tah praising the deed, praising the terrible thing he did in order to save a bloodline that had long since become weak.

His eyes dimmed, turned inward. Both paws left the broken body below him, turning to face the women and children. He stared at the three pups, seeing the same mixture of fear and wonder that he had come to expect from them. Eris stood before them, too ready to engage in conflict to save the brood. It was Naniko his eyes fell to last, and there they lingered, brightening as if he had come out of a trance.

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