Apr 2, 2012 21:03:51 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Apr 2, 2012 21:03:51 GMT -5
The night sky was bloated with stars, thick with the scent of rain. It had been not but half an hour since the storm had passed, and a mighty storm it had been, roaring to the heavens and spilling it's tears onto the earth below. The moon was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, and the ground was damp, overwhelmed by the intense shower that the clouds had unleashed. Shadows stretched ominously, reaching to consume anything and everything that they could. The only sound that could clearly be heard was the leaves rustling gently as the trees swayed, a strong wind pirouetting through the land.
Nearly as silent as the night itself, a well-formed body slipped past the shadows, easily picking it's way across the damp ground. The wolf, for that was what the body belonged to, quickly moved onto the winding path that crept upwards, leading to the rock formation that proudly jutted forth. The path beneath his feet was practically mud, and for a brief moment, the wolf glanced down, half expecting the sticky substance clinging to his legs to be crimson instead of brown. But then he shook his head, amber-gold eyes half-lidded as he looked forward. It was not blood that clung to him; it was mud. He told himself this several times before his thoughts wandered to other things. It was late, that much he knew, but how late, he was not sure. In just a few hours, the sun would be peaking over the horizon, and yet still, he had not slept. It was during the day that he curled into a safe space, allowing himself a moments rest. But rest was difficult for him. He was constantly plagued by the need to glance over his shoulder, to watch his back. He could never truly rest, not as long as he--
He turned, his lips stretching to reveal off-white teeth as his eyes flashed with rage. He half expected to find Suki stumbling behind him, begging him to come home, but all that stirred were leaves dancing in the breeze. Slowly, his lips covered his teeth again, and with a soft growl, he turned back forwards. Onwards he trotted, higher and higher, closer and closer until he reached his destination. The land flattened out, and he found himself standing upon Hangen Mesa. The wind ruffled his thick, multi-colored fur as he prowled forward, stopping only once his toes nearly hung over the edge of the rock. Then, taking a deep breath, he looked out over the forest that stretched blow.
Any other wolf might gasp, stunned by the beauty of the trees, tickled by the owl that soared high above, satisfied with the way the horizon seemed to stretch on forever. But these things were trivial and pointless to Kazuo. Beautiful things did not matter to him, for they had no significance. The beloved Goddess, Eperna, could make the world as gorgeous as she pleased, but never again would it strike Kazuo's fancy. It was a world that was destined to die, for everything did, and beauty faded. Nothing lasted forever, nothing at all, not even the Gods themselves, in Kazuo's opinion. He had heard whispers that they had been seen before, the Gods and Goddesses. That they had granted favors and miracles, that they had worked magic and blessed wolves more fortunate that himself. After he had been attacked and left for dead, his mother had cried that the Gods had spared his life. Did he blindly believe such nonsense? To say no felt dangerous, and if the Gods were listening to his thoughts and would strike him down where he stood. But to say yes was foolish, for he himself had no solid proof. So he settled on being a neutral party. For the time being.
Once more his thoughts were taken back to Suki, the female he'd been delusioned into thinking he had loved. He had even been foolish enough to take her as his mate. He snorted. Ha. To fall in love was to take a reckless risk, one that you often died for. And while everyone died, why do so easily? Why throw in the towel? Love was, in short, two delusional people who were so pathetically afraid of solitude that they attached themselves to another lifeform, spouting nonsensical, vomit-worthy words filled with as much fake adoration as they could muster. They then proceeded to feed off of each other like leeches, sucking all sense from each other until the meaningless day that they died. Like a butterfly sucking nectar from a flower. And before they dropped dead, they produced pups, who carried on the vicious cycle. Better to focus on yourself; then you had no rivals, no troubles. Besides, all the opposite sex was good for, in his honest opinion, was producing offspring - which he would never do, but it was necessary to avoid extinction. And the same went for females, as well, for Kazuo was no sexist. All that males were good for, when it came to females, was impregnating them with the next generation. They used each other, plain and simple. And that was how it should be, for what was wrong with that? Focus on the necessities, which was population. Not the wants, like love, which was useless and for the weak, simple-minded ones. He couldn't understand how anyone would want that in the first place. He'd been so convinced that he'd loved Suki. He'd known her literally all of his life, but oh, so easily he had killed her. People were constantly falling out of love with the flip of tail, simply because of a wrong-doing, or boredom. If love did exist, one would not be able to fall out of it. Kazuo didn't believe that if such a strong feeling ever touched you, that it would go away. But lo and behold, wolves jumped from one mate to the next, claiming that they loved each one dearly and then, a few years down the road, they moved on. Whether due to a death or a mistake, they were constantly stumbling along until they reached another desperate soul who wanted a companion. After all, misery loved company.
Kazuo stood there for quite some time, his amber-gold eyes flickering, reflecting the deep thoughts running through his scarred, damanged skull. Aside from the rise and fall of his muscled chest, the twitching of his ears, and the blinking of his eyes, he was still. His back was to the path, but he was not to be taken by surprise ever again; he was constantly listening, calculating, watching. From his place he could see the beginning of the path that lead to the top of the formation. Of course, had another wolf slid onto the path not far behind him, he would not see them now. He was not concerned.
He had come this far, after all.