it's trouble and it's in our road

Larkspur D'Angelo · 01-21-2010, 06:04 PM

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In Character

Larkspur’s truth belonged to fever eyed prophets and a dying God. He saw madness in every face, and welcomed it. There was only the truth of the Khalif, and this was what he knew. Misery had tried to show him the world outside, but without her presence he was left to fall back on his teachings and his wolfish instincts. Deception was something he was learning slowly—something that he had not been taught, but was required to survive in places like this. Except, of course, when he stared into the face of madness and knew it as his kin. The scarred wolf, with those peculiar eyes, might not have looked mad to others, but Larkspur sensed it. He sensed it just as easily as he sensed a coming storm, or the shifting of the earth underneath him.

Haku seemed to be puzzled by his explanation, and Larkspur set his jaw, waiting for the questions that would come. He did not believe that it was of note; none knew their path, for the wind of ka was unpredictable, and he had no right to try and challenge it. What was would be. Larkspur could do no more to change the future then he could to make his fur white. Instead of answering, though, Larkspur only nodded shortly, and fell in to step with the alpha male. Having not been raised or trained to hunt (for truly, his family had expected him to whither and die within hours of his birth) he did not walk in line, step for step behind the wolf, but instead at his side, as if perhaps there was no difference between them.

In Larkspur’s world, there was not. His eyes turned hard, as if the Will-o-Wisp light in them suddenly struck against metal and sparked high and fast. “There ‘re two,” he said flatly, and felt the stone around his neck grow heavy, whisper, and warn him. While he might have considered Haku companion, and perhaps kin-folk with strange blood, he could not share everything that belonged to the Khalif. “One’s white, and one’s black. If yer black, then by our laws, yer evil.” You belong to Tak. That holy name would not cross his lips, not around Haku, not so soon. The mad faith that held him even now would not allow such a thing to pass. “I’m here to do what needs done,” he added, and smiled in a peculiar way. Even though he intended to find himself purified, the whispering can tah was reassuring, and told him there was a far greater force at work.

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