03-30-2008, 03:16 PM
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Happiness. They had the right to pursue it, but also the right to ignore it.
The pack was autonomous enough. He was a figurehead, nothing more, and no one apparently knew him well enough to oust him like they should. Laruku was secretly just waiting for it though, for the day when they recognized the demon in him and strung him up to a tree and set it on fire. His children were far away, wild little beasts living with a man that'd tried to kill him more than once. They were better off that way. The hybrid stared at her though, perhaps surprised that she had met them.
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Happiness. They had the right to pursue it, but also the right to ignore it.
I'm not unhappy,he said idly, and it was mostly true. He wasn't unhappy because he wasn't anything. A ghost had nothing to hold on to but the past and there was nothing there for him. So he was nothing at all, empty, and that was... easy. His head was an empty and peaceful silence, interrupted now and again with the cackling laughter he had learned to ignore. It echoed in his dreams, but he didn't remember very many of them. It echoed in his nightmares too, but those he forced away rather efficiently now, along with everything else.
The pack was autonomous enough. He was a figurehead, nothing more, and no one apparently knew him well enough to oust him like they should. Laruku was secretly just waiting for it though, for the day when they recognized the demon in him and strung him up to a tree and set it on fire. His children were far away, wild little beasts living with a man that'd tried to kill him more than once. They were better off that way. The hybrid stared at her though, perhaps surprised that she had met them.
Which one?he wondered vaguely. Arkham and Andre were like black and white, but it was probably Arkham if Melisande thought they cared about him.