10-27-2008, 01:46 AM
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SO sorry for this wait. ;; Maluki/Jeffy can try and stop Laruku from leaving if you want; s'all good with me. :3
Of course, Laruku had no choice but to remember eventually. Memories had always been memories, and while much of the time now, they chose to elude him, they never really disappeared. Things he'd thought he'd forgotten long ago would come back to him, even if sometimes he wasn't sure if they were really memories or something he'd made up on his own, in a dream somewhere. It was impossible to confirm, and there was no one to tell him yes or no other than the cackling laughter in the back of his own head, speaking to him in his own voice, and sneering at him with his own face. Who would trust such a face? The hybrid did not have much faith, least of all in himself; those that he had placed his faith in were scattered and far. He did not want to see them again; he couldn't, in a way.
Once upon a time, he had had a family. It had been a false family and a real family simultaneously, and he had loved them. He had loved Colibri as his mother and Acid as his father. He had loved Maluki as his brother and the only person that really played with him in their litter of disconnected siblings. And even later, when their perceptions came to change and the world started its slow descent, Laruku had cared. He had been stubborn then, childish, but he had cared. And perhaps it could be said that he still cared -- too much, as always, but he had withdrawn to the opposite end of the spectrum. He used to overreact. He used to speak his mind. He used to be assertive. Times changed. People changed. Suddenly beside his make-believe brother again, Laruku wanted nothing more than to disappear. There was no need for Maluki to remember who he was. It would only hurt them both.
Of course, Laruku had no choice but to remember eventually. Memories had always been memories, and while much of the time now, they chose to elude him, they never really disappeared. Things he'd thought he'd forgotten long ago would come back to him, even if sometimes he wasn't sure if they were really memories or something he'd made up on his own, in a dream somewhere. It was impossible to confirm, and there was no one to tell him yes or no other than the cackling laughter in the back of his own head, speaking to him in his own voice, and sneering at him with his own face. Who would trust such a face? The hybrid did not have much faith, least of all in himself; those that he had placed his faith in were scattered and far. He did not want to see them again; he couldn't, in a way.
Once upon a time, he had had a family. It had been a false family and a real family simultaneously, and he had loved them. He had loved Colibri as his mother and Acid as his father. He had loved Maluki as his brother and the only person that really played with him in their litter of disconnected siblings. And even later, when their perceptions came to change and the world started its slow descent, Laruku had cared. He had been stubborn then, childish, but he had cared. And perhaps it could be said that he still cared -- too much, as always, but he had withdrawn to the opposite end of the spectrum. He used to overreact. He used to speak his mind. He used to be assertive. Times changed. People changed. Suddenly beside his make-believe brother again, Laruku wanted nothing more than to disappear. There was no need for Maluki to remember who he was. It would only hurt them both.
Ceres,the scarred, blinded man said quietly,
Cercelee looks very much like Ceres.Laruku stood up.
Your name is Maluki Soul. Your mother's name is Colibri Soul. Your father's name was Acid; he was Ceres's son. You belonged to a pack named Clouded Tears.Your parents left a long time ago, he refrained from adding. You left a long time ago, he didn't say. And Clouded Tears is dead.
Go talk to that alphess of yours,he said,
She'll be able to tell you more.Including, of course, Laruku's identity, but the hybrid could disappear by then. He started to walk away.