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The woad tipped tail flickered in the grass as the lupus remained as she was, unmoving and yet quite alive. "Perhaps, and yet we move." There was a slight pause. "I did not desire to live—in the most literal sense—so much as to fight once more and be free." That was how the black fae defined living, but she assumed that others must define it differently. And yet, she was aware that freedom may have been less free than she considered it, for there were still rules upon life. But she lived for that freedom, for that most exhilarating experience of life, to be free even of the intimacy that could exist between two creatures, unbound by the chains of society.
"True. Our bodies lessen chaos, and the world likes chaos." the woman replied. "It is easier to die than to live; it makes the challenge worth while. But—life exists to reproduce and to persist, and for what reason?" The black fae truly did not know, and she had struggled often with that concept. In the end, did it really matter? She could do only what she was permitted and able by her own standards and boundaries—that was all. And yet... "But there has to be a reason; why would such a thing as life even exist if not for a reason?" But she did not imply that there was a religious solution to the question; while the black fae followed the Morrigan, she did not think that it was the gods who dictated that truth. And while she herself could not answer her own questions, she wondered if this coyote knew. He seemed to have something on his mind. "Must thought imply existence? What about the tree or the rock?" Did they not exist as well?
Hybrid Holocaust. It was a strange name, one with a destructive meaning behind those words. She had seen to what extent that destructive creature could do, and he had almost killed her. Almost. And even if she wished to challenge him now while he was here before her, she was not fit to do so. And so she was left with only a name to contemplate. "Names," the soft melody repeated. "Once we did not require such a thing." Nature did not label things for it was not necessary. Existence was all that seemed to matter. "And look at us now—it is the only way we communicate: with names. And what changed that?" There was a slight pause, but it was hardly noticeable. "A simple virus," came the answer. "The virus allows us to change our shape, and with our shape all has changed." There were very few creatures that existed as closely with the natural world as a true wolf—even those who had not been infected by the virus lived now with the ideals of those who had. While Cwmfen was a wilder creature than most, she was still very far from nature, a thing that often brought a certain emotion (frustration? discomfort?).
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The woad tipped tail flickered in the grass as the lupus remained as she was, unmoving and yet quite alive. "Perhaps, and yet we move." There was a slight pause. "I did not desire to live—in the most literal sense—so much as to fight once more and be free." That was how the black fae defined living, but she assumed that others must define it differently. And yet, she was aware that freedom may have been less free than she considered it, for there were still rules upon life. But she lived for that freedom, for that most exhilarating experience of life, to be free even of the intimacy that could exist between two creatures, unbound by the chains of society.
"True. Our bodies lessen chaos, and the world likes chaos." the woman replied. "It is easier to die than to live; it makes the challenge worth while. But—life exists to reproduce and to persist, and for what reason?" The black fae truly did not know, and she had struggled often with that concept. In the end, did it really matter? She could do only what she was permitted and able by her own standards and boundaries—that was all. And yet... "But there has to be a reason; why would such a thing as life even exist if not for a reason?" But she did not imply that there was a religious solution to the question; while the black fae followed the Morrigan, she did not think that it was the gods who dictated that truth. And while she herself could not answer her own questions, she wondered if this coyote knew. He seemed to have something on his mind. "Must thought imply existence? What about the tree or the rock?" Did they not exist as well?
Hybrid Holocaust. It was a strange name, one with a destructive meaning behind those words. She had seen to what extent that destructive creature could do, and he had almost killed her. Almost. And even if she wished to challenge him now while he was here before her, she was not fit to do so. And so she was left with only a name to contemplate. "Names," the soft melody repeated. "Once we did not require such a thing." Nature did not label things for it was not necessary. Existence was all that seemed to matter. "And look at us now—it is the only way we communicate: with names. And what changed that?" There was a slight pause, but it was hardly noticeable. "A simple virus," came the answer. "The virus allows us to change our shape, and with our shape all has changed." There were very few creatures that existed as closely with the natural world as a true wolf—even those who had not been infected by the virus lived now with the ideals of those who had. While Cwmfen was a wilder creature than most, she was still very far from nature, a thing that often brought a certain emotion (frustration? discomfort?).