01-01-2008, 09:40 PM
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Luperci
bleachedstorm [at] gmail
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bleachedstorm [aim]
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anyone who knows and/or recently saw Segodi,
but anyone else is welcome to jump in, too
It had been a foolish decision, but maybe it didn't even deserve the definition of a decision. He hadn't thought about it, gauged the possible repercussions, examined the details (which to him had been subsequent) or let anyone else know (but they would have stopped him). He had left the side of his mother, disappeared from the ranks of the siblings he now missed incredibly, and set off on his own, ridiculously confident that everything would work out in the end. But it hadn't, because Segodi was nowhere to be found and he was miles from home with no recognition of how to get back, and there was nothing in front of him to say that there was anything else out here. There was nothing that said he had to be logical, but from now on, he consciously decided that he should take sensible steps to guide him from this recklessness. If he didn't die out here on his own, he felt that he had learned his lesson.
Out here, all by himself, there was a sense of foreboding, but he also felt exhilarated, because there was no one to tell him he shouldn't do something or he should do something else. He was independent! However, there was a price to pay for independence, and he wasn't sure that he could yet afford the toll. He had to find his own shelter and scavenge what he could for food, and it was all tremendously mediocre. There was no one to talk to or comfort him when he felt like he was at a dead end, which he felt now. He could only afford the kind of independence that you couldn't depend on. Even the world pushed him and put him even more precariously against impossible odds. The land seemed endless as the skies he walked under. There was nowhere to go but on and on until something ended and he couldn't depend on that either. He would probably break before it ever came.
But he believed that the universe always balanced itself out in the end. As he trudged through fresh snow on weary legs, there was a scent, and it smelled to him like hope. A bridge across the river of raging rapids. The scent of more coyotes warmed his heart and raised his spirits. Maybe someone here had seen his father, or maybe his father could actually be here. To anyone else it might seem like a shot in the dark to have any expectations, but Jesile had them because he wanted to see Dad again, and with this hope he believed that he eventually would. When Segodi had not come back for his family, the young puppy had been determined to find him and bring him back to where he belonged, and still, he remained determined. Nothing of life could stand in his way of that love and young, foolish courage. He had yet to learn anything the hard way.
Inferni was his current hope. Dad was gone, but maybe someone knew where he had gone. Finding out was better than chasing ghosts. Maybe if he stood patiently on their doorstep like a good boy should, they would take pity and help him. It felt all right.
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months
Luperci
bleachedstorm [at] gmail
[dot] com
bleachedstorm [aim]
style="margin-left: 25px;">Preferably
anyone who knows and/or recently saw Segodi,
but anyone else is welcome to jump in, too
Out here, all by himself, there was a sense of foreboding, but he also felt exhilarated, because there was no one to tell him he shouldn't do something or he should do something else. He was independent! However, there was a price to pay for independence, and he wasn't sure that he could yet afford the toll. He had to find his own shelter and scavenge what he could for food, and it was all tremendously mediocre. There was no one to talk to or comfort him when he felt like he was at a dead end, which he felt now. He could only afford the kind of independence that you couldn't depend on. Even the world pushed him and put him even more precariously against impossible odds. The land seemed endless as the skies he walked under. There was nowhere to go but on and on until something ended and he couldn't depend on that either. He would probably break before it ever came.
But he believed that the universe always balanced itself out in the end. As he trudged through fresh snow on weary legs, there was a scent, and it smelled to him like hope. A bridge across the river of raging rapids. The scent of more coyotes warmed his heart and raised his spirits. Maybe someone here had seen his father, or maybe his father could actually be here. To anyone else it might seem like a shot in the dark to have any expectations, but Jesile had them because he wanted to see Dad again, and with this hope he believed that he eventually would. When Segodi had not come back for his family, the young puppy had been determined to find him and bring him back to where he belonged, and still, he remained determined. Nothing of life could stand in his way of that love and young, foolish courage. He had yet to learn anything the hard way.
Inferni was his current hope. Dad was gone, but maybe someone knew where he had gone. Finding out was better than chasing ghosts. Maybe if he stood patiently on their doorstep like a good boy should, they would take pity and help him. It felt all right.