Re: Down to the Root
Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:17 pm
Progress!
This was one thing he couldn't quite understand in other creatures; this prevalent, all-encompassing fear of something. His thoughts on This bad thing could happen! ran along the lines of So?
Actually, Sundrop - he rather liked that - seemed just as illogical when they first met. Maybe Seth had a thing for nitwits.
Why am I here? he asked, a silky grin spreading over his muzzle, I'm here because some half-brained fool has been causing trouble for someone I'm quite happy to kill for. And for the sake of a hobby.
Leaning back so that he wasn't a half breath away from stepping on Blackie any more, Caustic closed his eyes a moment and tilted his face to the overcast sky. He was admittedly disappointed; he'd been looking forward to a good fight. Foregoing that, he gathered up that "power of presence" and pushed it again, releasing the tight eagerness for battle by feeding it to the sky. If he couldn't make someone bleed, he could bleed his tension into world; anyone near enough may think that there had been blood flow.
Deep inside he felt his bond thrum, a tingling sensation tightening in his core; his release of the tension spread down his link as well as outwards, to be shared with and absorbed by his bonded. She understood the darkness in him; she reflected it back.
Releasing a breath, he leveled his gaze at Blackie again and said You don't use your brain very often, do you?
It wouldn't do any good to point out the obvious; that trying to force a new bonded to write him off would only expedite his fears. Or that his fear made things larger than they were. Blackie had already said that he saw no point in changing now; he'd already done too much damage, to his mind.
Here's a little-known fact for you. She told you. She didn't just up and drop you, didn't ditch you without warning or effort. She's giving you a chance. Now tell me, you angry little creature, why would she give you this chance if it would prove fruitless to take it? If it was really too late, you'd be gone.
Dunderhead.
This was one thing he couldn't quite understand in other creatures; this prevalent, all-encompassing fear of something. His thoughts on This bad thing could happen! ran along the lines of So?
Actually, Sundrop - he rather liked that - seemed just as illogical when they first met. Maybe Seth had a thing for nitwits.
Why am I here? he asked, a silky grin spreading over his muzzle, I'm here because some half-brained fool has been causing trouble for someone I'm quite happy to kill for. And for the sake of a hobby.
Leaning back so that he wasn't a half breath away from stepping on Blackie any more, Caustic closed his eyes a moment and tilted his face to the overcast sky. He was admittedly disappointed; he'd been looking forward to a good fight. Foregoing that, he gathered up that "power of presence" and pushed it again, releasing the tight eagerness for battle by feeding it to the sky. If he couldn't make someone bleed, he could bleed his tension into world; anyone near enough may think that there had been blood flow.
Deep inside he felt his bond thrum, a tingling sensation tightening in his core; his release of the tension spread down his link as well as outwards, to be shared with and absorbed by his bonded. She understood the darkness in him; she reflected it back.
Releasing a breath, he leveled his gaze at Blackie again and said You don't use your brain very often, do you?
It wouldn't do any good to point out the obvious; that trying to force a new bonded to write him off would only expedite his fears. Or that his fear made things larger than they were. Blackie had already said that he saw no point in changing now; he'd already done too much damage, to his mind.
Here's a little-known fact for you. She told you. She didn't just up and drop you, didn't ditch you without warning or effort. She's giving you a chance. Now tell me, you angry little creature, why would she give you this chance if it would prove fruitless to take it? If it was really too late, you'd be gone.
Dunderhead.