finally got back to using a table
The morning had been blissfully uneventful, a morning he cherish as he laid still sleepily dazing, prolonging the coming day as much as possible. The warmth of his faithful mate gave him a sense of belonging even if for the time being his future within the pack itself was still playing in his mind. The conflict of a peace loving pack harboring the likes of him was almost comical. The butcher, the demon hiding away in a pack of Hippies and the gentle. Was it their simple world view, their naivety that made him wish he could regain that from long ago. When he viewed the world as simple, that good would spread just from simple small acts. Where had his view of the world gone so complicated? Where others saw opportunities for peace, he saw weakness and posturing. Where others saw aggressive displays as a means to change someone, he only saw it as a challenge.
Before he had made the move to this land, it had been simple, to channel his rage into the orders he would be given. To descend into madness and come out unscathed by his acts, covering his actions by the age old cry of just following orders. When had the line began to blur? Where did righteous acts stop and butchery start? And was he so far removed from that part of him to think he wasn’t capable of such deplorable acts again? There was a time he thought it all behind him, the short year in Dahlia, the utopia he had thought he had found there. He was so happy then, remembering all the faces that populated the flower pack. It dawned on him why as he thought it over, the reason Dahlia was such a fit, in the end was because it wasn’t a pack pretending to be something against it’s nature. He fit in there because he was a lost soul in need of a home, not that he had to adhere to some strict guidelines, no he kept himself in check because of the people there not because he had to follow the peaceful pack rules.
Often times he found himself thinking in such a way, always plagued by the past, no matter how hard he’d tried to think past it toward the future, the past haunted him. While X’y would sleep beside him, he’d contemplate himself, trying to reason it all out. His morning meditation as it was, was interrupted though, by the bird his mate seemed to be rather fond of. His sickness had finally left him and he was recovering well but being interrupted so early he hated the bird for a moment. It didn’t take long but his mind made the logical conclusion, such waking up either meant trouble or something important. Either way it was best he get up.
X’y was much quicker than he was about getting up, his massive frame slowly woke up, body popping, like a great metal giant as he came alive. His eyes were greeted by the sun and then by his mates wagging tail as she listened the bird chirp and speak in a language he wasn’t familiar with. What his eyes caught though was a bit more distracting, her backside, rather her tail wagging and the beautiful shot he had just then of her. Again he never claimed he’d behave all the time.
“What’s going on X’y”
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