Flotsam in the surf

[Skoll]

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Here ya go, Jassy! Skoll had been walking for quite a while, his human pack and horribly scored wooden shield bouncing with each step he took, when he turned his somber gaze out onto the horizon. The gray-blue sky was only beginning to take on the rosy glow of morning as he stared out, a faint trace of longing in his eyes. His thoughts were his own, but he might share them with the morning today. Seating himself on the sand, he didn't take his eyes from the glow...from the place where the sun of a new day would emerge; where the reprieve from night would smile brightly over the beach. She knows. The words of the spirit echoed in his heart, but they echoed hollowly. Was it madness to even think he saw spirits? Certainly he saw the interaction between what he had seen and the real world...some specters had done nothing, but the black spirit had taken a body, it had destroyed a spirit, linked to his own mind, and even taken the life of a living thing with nothing but a single ethereal touch. He did not understand everything he had seen in his time. He did not understand insanity, the thing that separated those like SteelRose, the cultists, VoidFane, or even his own protege Art from other wolves. He did not understand spirits, the residual beings left after the body failed...did all wolves see this end, or not? And if not...why did those who did linger do so? Most of all, he didn't understand why his heart wasn't dead, shriveled and closed off to the world by now. After everything he had seen, after everything he had done in the name of what was right or, far worse, what was necessary, how was it that he could still be feeling the lingering emotional wounds of life? What was it that separated himself from the stone killers he had seen? What flaw in him made his heart continue to feel, no matter how many calluses grew over it? Even though he was desensitized to death and had seen atrocity of the highest order committed to innocent and undeserving people, little things could still remind him that a part of his soul could still feel. He didn't understand, but what he also didn't understand...was why he couldn't convince himself it was a bad thing. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.

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