08-22-2008, 02:05 PM
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sharksIt had started raining again outside, heavy droplets pounding against the dirt and leaves outside. The wind rattled against the windows, and thunder rumbled threateningly in the distance. Identity was a peculiar thing, more internal than external, and more complicated than most people realized. More and more, Arkham was beginning to dissociate "coyote" with "Inferni." As such, he did not have to grapple much with species-identity -- he knew he was a hybrid, and there seemed to be plenty of other hybrids, so whatever -- as he did with family-identity and personal loyalties. It was still a conflict of heritage though, still something about the blood. He fought with the idea that the name "Lykoi" was a dirty word.
sharks
sharksIt had started raining again outside, heavy droplets pounding against the dirt and leaves outside. The wind rattled against the windows, and thunder rumbled threateningly in the distance. Identity was a peculiar thing, more internal than external, and more complicated than most people realized. More and more, Arkham was beginning to dissociate "coyote" with "Inferni." As such, he did not have to grapple much with species-identity -- he knew he was a hybrid, and there seemed to be plenty of other hybrids, so whatever -- as he did with family-identity and personal loyalties. It was still a conflict of heritage though, still something about the blood. He fought with the idea that the name "Lykoi" was a dirty word.
sharks
Maybe,he said again, quietly thinking the same. It seemed to be such an elusive goal, finding oneself. No one ever seemed able to do it, so perhaps those that finally succeeded were met with instantaneous death.
That's a little depressing though.If you couldn't find yourself, what could you really find?
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