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She nodded quietly, a soft smile upon her maw. "He is like the black blade of Justice." Unlike those who spoke of what should be done with the best of intentions, unlike those who acted without the conviction required to make a difference, Onus never faltered. He killed those who had wronged others, killed them with his bare hands in a way with which the warrior was unfamiliar. And yet, he was not cruel. He was not a murder. And he never lost himself in the void, able to live in the darkness of the city night. Pleads of mercy would not stop him, she knew. And yet, how gentle his hands were with her, how bright his black eyes. And how dark her own seemed now. "But will not a child of darkness deserve to fall beneath that blade?" But her words were ambiguous, as if she spoke of the litter within her, but as if she spoke of herself too. The woman had always been sure that the blackness that rain in her veins and the rage of her mother would one day rise within her being. Perhaps it was a thing that was simply dormant.
The soft smile that was held upon the warrior’s woad bound maw did not falter. "Do not worry," the quiet voice offered the woman. She believed that Anu had not intended for her words to invoke the memories of that night. But the invocation of such memories could occur by a single word, by a single scent, or by a single, stray thought. "I have been there before." The soft words were spoken as if they explained everything, as if that made everything okay. But the warrior... she had been dipped in that darkness before. She was familiar with that blackness as she was familiar with the land. That, nevertheless, did not make the experience any easier or more tolerable. Indeed, this time she had experienced something of a denser blackness. Only her resolve to move beyond her own fear and beyond her own need for life had made it possible. It had been one thing that had been done that belied the instincts that were so acutely followed by the warrior. Perhaps it would be the last time she would be compelled to do such a thing. Perhaps the world could be a place in which others could live more comfortably. For those who committed crimes, they had Onus with whom to contend. She was but a simple warrior that protected her pack.
The white orbs turned out to the dim world beyond the shadow of the elm. Her gaze seemed to consider the grasses and the intangible boarder, but her mind considered something else, remembered something else. "Without the Darkness," the quiet melody said suddenly, "how can the Light exist?" There was a brief pause. "I can endure this because it makes it possible for the Light to exist.... Without peace, there can be no war." Yes, she could endure, but simply enduring... it was not the same as living. And yet she lived too. And for this part of life, she lived not for herself, and not even for the pups within her, but for the one she loved.
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She nodded quietly, a soft smile upon her maw. "He is like the black blade of Justice." Unlike those who spoke of what should be done with the best of intentions, unlike those who acted without the conviction required to make a difference, Onus never faltered. He killed those who had wronged others, killed them with his bare hands in a way with which the warrior was unfamiliar. And yet, he was not cruel. He was not a murder. And he never lost himself in the void, able to live in the darkness of the city night. Pleads of mercy would not stop him, she knew. And yet, how gentle his hands were with her, how bright his black eyes. And how dark her own seemed now. "But will not a child of darkness deserve to fall beneath that blade?" But her words were ambiguous, as if she spoke of the litter within her, but as if she spoke of herself too. The woman had always been sure that the blackness that rain in her veins and the rage of her mother would one day rise within her being. Perhaps it was a thing that was simply dormant.
The soft smile that was held upon the warrior’s woad bound maw did not falter. "Do not worry," the quiet voice offered the woman. She believed that Anu had not intended for her words to invoke the memories of that night. But the invocation of such memories could occur by a single word, by a single scent, or by a single, stray thought. "I have been there before." The soft words were spoken as if they explained everything, as if that made everything okay. But the warrior... she had been dipped in that darkness before. She was familiar with that blackness as she was familiar with the land. That, nevertheless, did not make the experience any easier or more tolerable. Indeed, this time she had experienced something of a denser blackness. Only her resolve to move beyond her own fear and beyond her own need for life had made it possible. It had been one thing that had been done that belied the instincts that were so acutely followed by the warrior. Perhaps it would be the last time she would be compelled to do such a thing. Perhaps the world could be a place in which others could live more comfortably. For those who committed crimes, they had Onus with whom to contend. She was but a simple warrior that protected her pack.
The white orbs turned out to the dim world beyond the shadow of the elm. Her gaze seemed to consider the grasses and the intangible boarder, but her mind considered something else, remembered something else. "Without the Darkness," the quiet melody said suddenly, "how can the Light exist?" There was a brief pause. "I can endure this because it makes it possible for the Light to exist.... Without peace, there can be no war." Yes, she could endure, but simply enduring... it was not the same as living. And yet she lived too. And for this part of life, she lived not for herself, and not even for the pups within her, but for the one she loved.