03-06-2010, 02:56 PM
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Today was a good day, an exciting day. It was a treat whenever he got to go with Mama and today they had even left the place where everyone else lived. Into the wilds, full of more trees and streams that he had ever seen. King's eyes had been wild, his head constantly darting to and fro as he soaked in the atmosphere of Arachnea's Revenge with spring knocking on the door. Today was a good day—or, more correctly, today had been a good day. And then someone appeared as if from blue smoke, a strange creature. King had never seen a coyote before, nor someone with such a fearsome visage. Before he knew it they were speaking, Mama and the stranger. He understood what she said, but threats were not yet fully in his understanding. Hurt him? Why? What was the reason for that? War was a very abstract thing for someone so young to understand. He knew Mama and Papa and he knew there were bad guys wanting to hurt them.
It wasn't until today he had put him in the equation as well.
Mama swept him up into her arms; he felt safer, despite what a better judgment would have told him. The coyote-woman was serious, the serious look on her scarred face the serious tone in her voice. Why why why? What had he done wrong? What had Papa or Mama done wrong was the world just like this violence anger threats serious serious. The outside world was like this bad bad serious bad. Badcoyote-woman had no reason except for the violence for the violence and she would use it she would he knew she would. She was wrong. No one had done anything wrong here no one—except for her. His parents had never done wrongdoing in his mind, everyone else was out to get them, everyone else was bad. The coyote-woman with the one-eye and the scarred-face kept coming closer, just as the birds continued to build spring-nests and clouds continued to roll ahead. Everything and everyone looked ahead not seeing the now.
He was afraid, but he did not panic. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, it was sending blood and adrenaline through his body. The coyote-woman took another step closer and King's lips flickered in a snarl—something he had learned from watching. She took another step and he began to growl, an almost comical sound that nonetheless sounded cryptic in the silent encounter.
Coyote-woman is bad bad bad and bad guys never win.