06-05-2009, 05:07 PM
A massive wolf had traveled deep into the human ruins early in the morning, and the usual noises of the birds and the insects had ceased with his passage. The gray and brown creature had searched aimlessly through the dark corners of the decrepit buildings, a slight tinge of desperation in his dull eyes. He did not know what he was looking for, only that he couldn't find it. Perhaps it was answers, or more likely just for the bad feeling to go away. He didn't know why, but he had felt bad about killing the last one. Not all puppies seemed bad...even though he knew they were in his head, he couldn't make himself believe it. They were cuddly and nice, sometimes. But he had killed them, anyway. The taste wouldn't come off his tongue no matter how much he drank, and he would see them no matter how hard he closed his eyes. He had gone a day without sleep...he was afraid to rest because of a bad dream in which his mother wouldn't stop getting big and having babies, and he was getting big because he was eating them all, and she was crying, and he was crying, and his toes were sticky with their blood, and his whiskers were slicked down, and...
He just needed to do something, to get up and move. To look for anything that might take his one-track mind off of his nightmare, off of the taste, off of the sights, off of the thing that bothered him more than anything else in the whole wide world. Why couldn't he stop thinking about what he'd done? He couldn't live in Nowry Village anymore. He couldn't live with Osric and Hylfi. He couldn't live here anymore. He couldn't be friends with Maz anymore! He knew it was true. He was a murderer, a bad person. But he got so scared and so upset when he saw children. He hungered after them more and more, and even though words were hard and confusing, he wanted them now, because of what he did without them. He thought being alone would make him happier, but this time it hadn't...the bad and confused feelings hadn't gone away, they'd only gotten worse! He liked Cwmfen, and hated her, and no matter what, that kept gnawing at him, and dredging up everything else. With these new developments, he couldn't bury it all, and now it had no where to go.
His yellow eyes showing true emotion for the first time, just beginning to break through the glacial shackles of his own compartmentalized mind, he stared forlornly at the strange stones the humans had erected in the heart of their city. He couldn't read, so he didn't know that it was a cemetery. He had looked through their earlier, since some of the stones were tall enough to hide things, but nothing had claimed his attention long enough to help him forget.
He just needed to do something, to get up and move. To look for anything that might take his one-track mind off of his nightmare, off of the taste, off of the sights, off of the thing that bothered him more than anything else in the whole wide world. Why couldn't he stop thinking about what he'd done? He couldn't live in Nowry Village anymore. He couldn't live with Osric and Hylfi. He couldn't live here anymore. He couldn't be friends with Maz anymore! He knew it was true. He was a murderer, a bad person. But he got so scared and so upset when he saw children. He hungered after them more and more, and even though words were hard and confusing, he wanted them now, because of what he did without them. He thought being alone would make him happier, but this time it hadn't...the bad and confused feelings hadn't gone away, they'd only gotten worse! He liked Cwmfen, and hated her, and no matter what, that kept gnawing at him, and dredging up everything else. With these new developments, he couldn't bury it all, and now it had no where to go.
His yellow eyes showing true emotion for the first time, just beginning to break through the glacial shackles of his own compartmentalized mind, he stared forlornly at the strange stones the humans had erected in the heart of their city. He couldn't read, so he didn't know that it was a cemetery. He had looked through their earlier, since some of the stones were tall enough to hide things, but nothing had claimed his attention long enough to help him forget.