05-01-2009, 08:56 PM
Dude, she's so cute and helpless...I hope this experience won't traumatize her? Also, maybe this is a good time for Leland, since Brennt won't stay confused forever =P
What happened next was something that Brennt had never experienced before, and would never have expected. The little girl, the one he had hurt and the one he had hungered for, ran beneath him. He had hurt her, and she ran to shelter beneath him. It was an odd sensation, the warmth and vulnerability of the little child. It was a side of children he couldn't have guessed was there. Brennt had never believed children were cute, he had hated them from the start when his mother paid them more attention than she did him. Nonetheless, the creeping adoration that most wolves had for children, especially wolves from before the virus, came upon him now, and for the barest instant he was able to understand why he had lost out to them in his mother's eyes.
Nonetheless, that realization, which had come much faster than was usual to him, was slowly supplanted by other emotions. Children were bad. They had stolen mother, they had stolen Nowry Village, they had made him run away, they always reminded him of how much they'd hurt him, too. He hated children. He hungered after them. And now they were making him bad just like they had done to his mother, making people love them because they were cute and soft and innocent...
For a few moments, Brennt had allowed the little girl to shelter under him, but not he sprang up, stepping back and sticking his head down between his forelegs to grab her by the tail and pull her roughly back up front, where he snapped his jaws in front of her, inches away from her face. Why couldn't he eat her yet? Why weren't the words turning off? He didn't understand. He felt bad, he knew he was breaking the rules, and he was getting anxious about being discovered. He just wanted to eat her and leave.
What happened next was something that Brennt had never experienced before, and would never have expected. The little girl, the one he had hurt and the one he had hungered for, ran beneath him. He had hurt her, and she ran to shelter beneath him. It was an odd sensation, the warmth and vulnerability of the little child. It was a side of children he couldn't have guessed was there. Brennt had never believed children were cute, he had hated them from the start when his mother paid them more attention than she did him. Nonetheless, the creeping adoration that most wolves had for children, especially wolves from before the virus, came upon him now, and for the barest instant he was able to understand why he had lost out to them in his mother's eyes.
Nonetheless, that realization, which had come much faster than was usual to him, was slowly supplanted by other emotions. Children were bad. They had stolen mother, they had stolen Nowry Village, they had made him run away, they always reminded him of how much they'd hurt him, too. He hated children. He hungered after them. And now they were making him bad just like they had done to his mother, making people love them because they were cute and soft and innocent...
For a few moments, Brennt had allowed the little girl to shelter under him, but not he sprang up, stepping back and sticking his head down between his forelegs to grab her by the tail and pull her roughly back up front, where he snapped his jaws in front of her, inches away from her face. Why couldn't he eat her yet? Why weren't the words turning off? He didn't understand. He felt bad, he knew he was breaking the rules, and he was getting anxious about being discovered. He just wanted to eat her and leave.