Frenemies?!

Vesper · 04-05-2012, 08:44 AM

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Yay! And this was weird to write since Blind is dead now but this takes place befoooree. xD; +5

Vesper wondered if she might turn out like this dark wolf when she grew older, bitterly confronting old enemies, seeing sinister specters in the silhouette of a stranger. She wondered mostly if she would even live that long. She had seen her second autumn and was already wrecked with numerous scars, so she doubted it. But if she did reach this woman’s age, or reach the Lykoi matriarch Kaena’s age, what would her thought processes be like? Would old wrongs have such an effect?

Already, she did not generalize her hatred to the world. Many in her clan resented wolves for the wrongs they’d committed, for the murders, for the rapes. Others hated them through word of mouth, or were simply wary, and only a small few liked them as they’d like any other canine. She knew she had a reason to hate wolves from the sound of the others’ tales, her father being the murdering maniac he was, but strangely, she felt nothing of the sort. It was beginning to be an uplifted ideal for her, judging the individual rather than the breed, even if she was not perfect.

She hoped, at least, that her explanation would lower the elder’s hackles—and it did. The woman explained her reasons, and Vesper nodded without expression. It was still difficult for her to think of her pack as full of dark aggressors, especially from the other tales—the tales of coyotes misunderstood, persecuted, forced to band together and dot their borders with skulls to feel safe. She thought of the wolf attacks at the borders she’d heard about, the potential one she’d been involved in.

Her mention of Zalen and her apology eased the tension even more, but when they came to the topic of her name… The words “Crimson Dreams” caused her large ears to shoot up and her expression to contort in a soft grimace of muddled emotions. “I knew…” Her voice faltered as recent memories twisted her heart. “A girl,” she went on vaguely, and then her mismatched eyes rose before her, for a moment smiling and gentle and in the next instant angry and hurt.

“Blind,” Vesper managed to get out, her ears drooping. And then she made the connection with this grandmotherly figure of a wolf, and she blinked. “You were— She spoke of you, how you helped her, took her in.” Her words were coming with obvious difficulty, and she realized that the wound of leaving the girl was not fully healed. She’d said that their goodbye would not be forever, but the truth of the matter was that her emotions were still raw when she brought them up. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to forgive the girl or herself, and she doubted she’d see her anyway. She’d made her choice; she’d chosen the wolf-hating troupe of evil coyotes over the sweet girl.

Snorting, she looked away at the ground. “Didn’t think she’d talk about me much,” she muttered, and knew it was a lie.

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