04-24-2009, 06:03 PM
I'm figuring Zana can start running about halfway through this?
"I'm hunting," he said, his voice falling dully onto the sand, deadpan and frighteningly empty. The eyes began to consider Zana intensely, as if the gears in the big wolf's mind were desperately trying to work something out about her, but failing. A look of desperation in his eyes gave the appearance that the mind behind them was used to failing when it came to this sort of thing. Brennt was an odd creature, trying perpetually to be something that he wasn't cut out to be, to fit into communities that he wasn't good enough to fit into, socialize with people he wasn't smart enough to socialize with, understand individuals whose complexities were unfathomable even to the wise, and himself being too intellectually distant to know just how hopeless his situation was. As time went on, though, that hopelessness did indeed seep into his thoughts, and gradually became bitterness. Bitterness led to stress, and stress invariably led to the hunger.
"Hunting Zana," he said, more loudly, before the dim quality in his eyes reversed violently and suddenly, the yellow of his eyes flashing, shifting drastically from vacant to wildly, viciously alive. The predator had awoken, and it hungered. The change, however, had been forced. After everything with Cwmfen, Brennt's mental state was not identical to what it had been before, a part of himself wasn't submerged, and though the snarl and bared teeth came on demand, the predator's clarity of thought was not yet with him. Sluggishly, the instincts of the predator began to drown out the words, to rise above them and cast them away, but not quickly enough. The girl would have time to start running. The predator was dismayed, and for a while, Brennt's confusion at the incomplete transition delayed the onset of his other self. Why was this happening? He didn't know, but as he wondered at it, the shift was delayed further.
Frustratedly, Brennt tried to shout, but a feral snarl emerged instead, and as if it were the predator announcing its rule, the predator finally emerged, the beast unfettered who resided within Brennt's personality, the wolf he could have been, would have been, had the population not moved beyond the limitations of his genes long ago. The hunter was unleashed, and now, it wanted to feed. It sought Zana.
"I'm hunting," he said, his voice falling dully onto the sand, deadpan and frighteningly empty. The eyes began to consider Zana intensely, as if the gears in the big wolf's mind were desperately trying to work something out about her, but failing. A look of desperation in his eyes gave the appearance that the mind behind them was used to failing when it came to this sort of thing. Brennt was an odd creature, trying perpetually to be something that he wasn't cut out to be, to fit into communities that he wasn't good enough to fit into, socialize with people he wasn't smart enough to socialize with, understand individuals whose complexities were unfathomable even to the wise, and himself being too intellectually distant to know just how hopeless his situation was. As time went on, though, that hopelessness did indeed seep into his thoughts, and gradually became bitterness. Bitterness led to stress, and stress invariably led to the hunger.
"Hunting Zana," he said, more loudly, before the dim quality in his eyes reversed violently and suddenly, the yellow of his eyes flashing, shifting drastically from vacant to wildly, viciously alive. The predator had awoken, and it hungered. The change, however, had been forced. After everything with Cwmfen, Brennt's mental state was not identical to what it had been before, a part of himself wasn't submerged, and though the snarl and bared teeth came on demand, the predator's clarity of thought was not yet with him. Sluggishly, the instincts of the predator began to drown out the words, to rise above them and cast them away, but not quickly enough. The girl would have time to start running. The predator was dismayed, and for a while, Brennt's confusion at the incomplete transition delayed the onset of his other self. Why was this happening? He didn't know, but as he wondered at it, the shift was delayed further.
Frustratedly, Brennt tried to shout, but a feral snarl emerged instead, and as if it were the predator announcing its rule, the predator finally emerged, the beast unfettered who resided within Brennt's personality, the wolf he could have been, would have been, had the population not moved beyond the limitations of his genes long ago. The hunter was unleashed, and now, it wanted to feed. It sought Zana.