07-15-2009, 01:44 AM
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preachy jael is preachy. sorry this is short. ><;
“Murder makes the world go 'round,” the boy said brightly—irrelevantly. Kaena was bitter about the way the world worked and the deaths that made up her existence. But to live a happy, sheltered life would be dull, creating a creature that would be equally dull and uninspiring. From adversity and hardship came the most interesting of souls, knowing how the world really worked and able to walk in another’s shoes. Jael didn’t blame Kaena for killing people, living her life so full of anger and hatred. But either way he still thought it was stupid to kill pointlessly and indiscriminately, and he’d already stated as much. Her life hadn’t allowed her to live peacefully, though, and so she’d done what she had to survive and otherwise. “What’s done is done. We’re here now,” the pale hybrid continued, lowering his head to rest atop his clawed paws.
His brush tail curled against his pale side, growing comfortable as he continued to regard the older woman conversationally. “Given the chance, would you ever want to live peacefully?” he asked, honestly curious. One could only take hatred and aggression for so long. Without anything else you’d simply die, withered and miserable, just as you’d lived your life. Jael wanted to live contently. He wanted to lie in the sand beside the sea, watching the sun sink into the waves without worrying about imminent death. Solitude was what he’d grown accustomed to, but the youth knew he didn’t wish to exist alone forever. He didn’t wish to care about which side he’d picked or about how he’d been born, but simply what he’d catch for dinner and when the rain would stop.
“Murder makes the world go 'round,” the boy said brightly—irrelevantly. Kaena was bitter about the way the world worked and the deaths that made up her existence. But to live a happy, sheltered life would be dull, creating a creature that would be equally dull and uninspiring. From adversity and hardship came the most interesting of souls, knowing how the world really worked and able to walk in another’s shoes. Jael didn’t blame Kaena for killing people, living her life so full of anger and hatred. But either way he still thought it was stupid to kill pointlessly and indiscriminately, and he’d already stated as much. Her life hadn’t allowed her to live peacefully, though, and so she’d done what she had to survive and otherwise. “What’s done is done. We’re here now,” the pale hybrid continued, lowering his head to rest atop his clawed paws.
His brush tail curled against his pale side, growing comfortable as he continued to regard the older woman conversationally. “Given the chance, would you ever want to live peacefully?” he asked, honestly curious. One could only take hatred and aggression for so long. Without anything else you’d simply die, withered and miserable, just as you’d lived your life. Jael wanted to live contently. He wanted to lie in the sand beside the sea, watching the sun sink into the waves without worrying about imminent death. Solitude was what he’d grown accustomed to, but the youth knew he didn’t wish to exist alone forever. He didn’t wish to care about which side he’d picked or about how he’d been born, but simply what he’d catch for dinner and when the rain would stop.