03-20-2009, 04:36 PM
The last pack territory he had been near possessed a name Brennt did not know. Likewise, he was not aware of any name possessed by this land, or its keepers. What he did know, based on his previous experience, was that there was an improved chance of finding puppies around pack territories. He had never needed puppies before, he had only wanted them. The first time had been a reaction to the bad feelings the puppies created inside him, feelings of insecurity and a belief that he was being replaced, turned out. In truth, he had indeed been turned out on account of the puppies; nonetheless he had felt relief as he took their lives, as if in the gnashing of his jaws and the swallowing of their bodies he somehow did away with the pressures they presented. As if their deaths made it alright that each represented a new potential that he, with his flawed mind, could never equal.
No, that pressure had been terrible, and even though it wasn't as direct, nay, it wasn't as powerful, when Hylfi had bore her own children, the simple reminder of that awful stress had been enough to distress Brennt greatly. Ultimately, he had gone when Hylfi was away and eaten the pups quickly, fleeing before she could return. The fear of being caught and being hated were both very real feelings which Brennt sought to avoid, but even the reminder of the terrible foreboding discomfort associated with children had driven him twice to the cannibalism of the same. When he had found the girl named Mati on the border of the last packland, it had simply come naturally to eat her, too.
That dark history was not behind him, however, but rather within him. It did not go away, and he derived great relief of pressure and personal satisfaction in the act of killing them. He had been enjoying that very sensation when the larger black wolf had rushed in and battled him. He didn't remember very much of the fight, but he knew that he had run, and not finished his meal. It troubled him deeply. Nonetheless, he found himself on the border of another territory, one possibly with puppies of its own. He lingered at the border, hoping incredibly to be given another chance, that a child might just happen to wander so far out again. Being dim as he was, Brennt didn't ponder how slim the chances were that a puppy in a different pack would make the same mistake in the exact right place at the right time for him to catch them.
No, that pressure had been terrible, and even though it wasn't as direct, nay, it wasn't as powerful, when Hylfi had bore her own children, the simple reminder of that awful stress had been enough to distress Brennt greatly. Ultimately, he had gone when Hylfi was away and eaten the pups quickly, fleeing before she could return. The fear of being caught and being hated were both very real feelings which Brennt sought to avoid, but even the reminder of the terrible foreboding discomfort associated with children had driven him twice to the cannibalism of the same. When he had found the girl named Mati on the border of the last packland, it had simply come naturally to eat her, too.
That dark history was not behind him, however, but rather within him. It did not go away, and he derived great relief of pressure and personal satisfaction in the act of killing them. He had been enjoying that very sensation when the larger black wolf had rushed in and battled him. He didn't remember very much of the fight, but he knew that he had run, and not finished his meal. It troubled him deeply. Nonetheless, he found himself on the border of another territory, one possibly with puppies of its own. He lingered at the border, hoping incredibly to be given another chance, that a child might just happen to wander so far out again. Being dim as he was, Brennt didn't ponder how slim the chances were that a puppy in a different pack would make the same mistake in the exact right place at the right time for him to catch them.