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- Nayru - 05-11-2010 Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight that Surrounds you. [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... erries.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:325px; border:1px #AD0B12 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> It was there, right in front of her, impossible to ignore. Its tiny wings were fluttering in a feeble attempt to take flight, but something or someone had already damaged them. The poor moth, and it was a big moth, really had no chance. Nayru peered at it with her cherry eyes, eyes that could have been described as the color of blood freshly spilled. Perhaps it would have been an apt description considering the thoughts went through her head, if the eyes could really reflect the inner mind. The child knew that others killed. They had to, it was how they lived. One must take the life of another and feed off of their energy in order to keep surviving themselves. Was that unfair? Nayru had never given it any thought, she only knew that another life had never been lost at her own hands… but there was a first time for everything.
Clumsily, her tiny paws left the earth and with a leap they landed on the doomed moth. A tiny mass of moth guts and wing bits clung to her paw when she lifted it and looked underneath. There it was done. Now what? Nayru paused, her heart beat slowly increasing. Why had she done that? For a moment the image of the white lady passed before her, what would she of thought about that? Nayru didn't wonder what her mother or father would say or think. Day by day they were further from her mind. Conor now was her keeper, but would he have anything to say? Daily he brought her meat, meat that came from the living creatures that inhabited Dahlia alongside her new pack. Why would he care about the moth?
Slowly she peered around, had anyone else seen that? The coast seemed clear though. It was midday, the sun at its highest point and perhaps everyone was out doing whatever it was they did all day. Nayru didn't really know what they did here, having only met Conor, his wards and Bris. The cow patterned pup had kept to herself mostly, too scared and shy to go up to anyone after those first couple of days. They had their own busy lives and it was best to keep out of them, least she disrupt them. As she had just now. Not had she just disrupted the moth, she had extinguished it. The thought struck Nary and unhappiness seized her heart, it was dizzying. I'm so sorry! It came out as a chocked whisper, she could have wept right then if she could reason why she would be weeping. [/html] - Vark Granel - 05-13-2010 [html]
- Nayru - 05-15-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... erries.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:325px; border:1px #AD0B12 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Hello! I'll be gone for two weeks so no rush on replying!
Her grief was interrupted by the arrival of a pack mate, and it was because of her grief she did not realize his approach as quickly as she should have. Although she was not afraid, for he smelled of Dahlian lands and Conor had told her she needn’t fear the wolves of Dahlia, Nayru didn’t like to be caught off guard. Cherry eyes blinked up with unshed tears at the male, who offered a name rather politely. Vark. The name was one syllable and abrupt sounding. Exciting almost. Maybe Vark would be exciting. At the very least he was friendly.
Still with the bug guts hanging off her petit paw, she raised it up to the hunched over male, so he could see with his own eyes. Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she were whispering secrets. My name is Nayru, she shook her paw a little and off of it fluttered bits of wing, useless now, and I killed it. Her confession caused a second wave of sadness to wash over her, just as intense as the initial one. Her tiny body trembled and she gasped, refusing to be too sad but unable to let it go. Would Vark think her a wicked little creature then? He probably killed too, but that was with purpose. The worse part about her crime was that it had been done without reason. She was at that moment a mindless murderer.
[/html] - Vark Granel - 05-30-2010 [html]
- Nayru - 05-31-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... erries.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:325px; border:1px #AD0B12 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Nayru blinked up at the male, scooting back a little as he dipped his head closer and spoke. The black and white splattered child had not expected such a question. Admitting that she had killed the bug purely for amusement raised the question of a disregard for life, but lying… well that made her a liar. Nayru had never before thought that lying had been necessary, and she didn’t think she could effectively lie here now, having had no practice before. Besides, killing, in such a world that carnivores lived in was not wrong, not really. How could an act necessary for the continuation of life be wrong? I wanted to. Nayru spoke very bluntly, and rather remorseful. Cherry eyes sought to understand what Vark would think of that, but even if he thought poorly she couldn’t take it back. The bug was dead and that was irreversible. Perhaps that was the worst part about death. It was so permanent, so final. Unless something came after death, but Nayru hadn’t considered that. I’ve never killed anything before. And it was inevitable, she would have to kill someday, just to eat she would have to kill. Would she have to deal with this moral dilemma at every mealtime? Nayru knew others got past this, she wished to understand what they did. [/html] - Vark Granel - 06-22-2010 [html]
Sorry for the wait. A combination of exams and no internet access. >
- Nayru - 06-29-2010 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/c ... erries.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat; width:325px; border:1px #AD0B12 solid; font-size: 10px; line-height:12px;"> Nayru’s sorrow was pushed back as Vark asked again a question Nayru had already answered. Why had she killed the bug? There was nothing more than what she already had told him. Her voice took on a more solid tone this time, it grew louder in volume by just a hair, I wanted to. There was nothing behind it except that she had allowed an urge to take over. It was only after the bug was dead that any sort of moral dilemma had set in. Yet Nayru grew uneasy as Vark questioned her again, suddenly she felt that her sadness was private and so composing herself, she decided that a change of subject was in order. It was only natural for her interest to instantly jump to his eyes. Nayru had noted earlier how they did not focus in directly, they were not bright and clear like other eyes. Yet she didn’t really know why, and it never occurred to her that asking such a direct question might be rude. [/html] |