02-15-2008, 04:02 PM
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Laruku did not believe that there was anyone that really and truly needed him. The pack was, for the most part, autonomous, and the only indication they would have of their alpha's disappearance would be when his scent faded from the invisible fence. His daughter was strong-willed and smart, and she was growing up fast. Ahren didn't need him either, but here, at least, he felt like he was helping and doing some good, even if it was just a little. So there he was, wishing endlessly that he could make things better for people who didn't deserve to suffer and wondering why he wasn't choking on the fumes of someone else's past.
He inhaled sharply at the touch but said and did nothing. He still didn't want to think about it -- thinking involved too many things. Doubt, hope, fear, fear, and fear, and ghosts from the past that were always just waiting to resurface. Yellow eyes and sunshine, the sunrise that blinded him, the snow. The snow. The white flakes disintegrated before reaching the flames, almost like there was a magical barrier around the building. But there was none around them and the snow started to collect on his head and shoulders. It was beautiful in many ways. The end of the world and a fresh snow. He was watching the apocalypse, just like he'd always wanted.
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Laruku did not believe that there was anyone that really and truly needed him. The pack was, for the most part, autonomous, and the only indication they would have of their alpha's disappearance would be when his scent faded from the invisible fence. His daughter was strong-willed and smart, and she was growing up fast. Ahren didn't need him either, but here, at least, he felt like he was helping and doing some good, even if it was just a little. So there he was, wishing endlessly that he could make things better for people who didn't deserve to suffer and wondering why he wasn't choking on the fumes of someone else's past.
He inhaled sharply at the touch but said and did nothing. He still didn't want to think about it -- thinking involved too many things. Doubt, hope, fear, fear, and fear, and ghosts from the past that were always just waiting to resurface. Yellow eyes and sunshine, the sunrise that blinded him, the snow. The snow. The white flakes disintegrated before reaching the flames, almost like there was a magical barrier around the building. But there was none around them and the snow started to collect on his head and shoulders. It was beautiful in many ways. The end of the world and a fresh snow. He was watching the apocalypse, just like he'd always wanted.