01-09-2008, 10:07 PM
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indent It had been snowing for two days now. They had heard the terrible roar from the north, and Ahren, whom had seen his share of winter storms, understood what the beast was. Still, it was not his problem and not his prerogative. Whatever happened to that pack happened; he had no family there, no friends, and no reason to care. He didn’t consider that this was a cruel and selfish thought; he did not consider that a girl had lost her way and came very close to death. It wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t his problem.
indent So he walked down the street, eyes on his feet, aware of the falling snow but at the same time unaware. By taking on Laruku’s burden, it seemed he had adapted to his personality as well. Unable to change him, unable to do anything on his own, Ahren fell into himself. It was the pattern of addicts, addicts who would never admit they were addicts even if the drugs were still coursing through their veins. While he was no longer a junkie, no longer a constant user, it had been just two weeks. Even now, his arm itched and tingled and demanded the drug that he had been raised with.
indent Extraordinarily enough, it was not his drug addiction (though he would never call it that, oh no) that he was thinking of now. He was thinking of her again, and wondering, with the faint and faltering hope of a man who has had his heart broken before, if she was thinking of him.
indent It had been snowing for two days now. They had heard the terrible roar from the north, and Ahren, whom had seen his share of winter storms, understood what the beast was. Still, it was not his problem and not his prerogative. Whatever happened to that pack happened; he had no family there, no friends, and no reason to care. He didn’t consider that this was a cruel and selfish thought; he did not consider that a girl had lost her way and came very close to death. It wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t his problem.
indent So he walked down the street, eyes on his feet, aware of the falling snow but at the same time unaware. By taking on Laruku’s burden, it seemed he had adapted to his personality as well. Unable to change him, unable to do anything on his own, Ahren fell into himself. It was the pattern of addicts, addicts who would never admit they were addicts even if the drugs were still coursing through their veins. While he was no longer a junkie, no longer a constant user, it had been just two weeks. Even now, his arm itched and tingled and demanded the drug that he had been raised with.
indent Extraordinarily enough, it was not his drug addiction (though he would never call it that, oh no) that he was thinking of now. He was thinking of her again, and wondering, with the faint and faltering hope of a man who has had his heart broken before, if she was thinking of him.