07-05-2022, 12:48 PM
A. OPHELES
✯ — SOME DAYS I CAN'T EVEN TRUST MYSELF
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the sound of another's approach raised the beast of death, silver eyes finding maximilian and locking onto the unfamiliar frame, a low growl of a warning escaping from it. it hated canines and all they stood for. it had been hurt, no, he had been hurt by a canid in the past and that past pain embittered the beast against every kind of canine it came across. a's gaze flickered as it's lips lowered and resumed a look of neutrality, forced to by the pressing of aesior within it's mind. they were one and the same, but the beast caused severe disassociation for the grim, a battle he didn't want to fight. it wouldn't be so bad to let the monster take control, when nobody he cared about was near.
muscles throbbing as it turned it's body some to stare at max a bit more, a faltering deep voice escaping it, "Alright.", was all it managed, cringing at the sound of it's own voice, paw raising to touch the horrible open injuries on it's mouth and muzzle, left there by a fit of insanity where it had done everything to escape it's mortal body. speaking hurt these wounds, leaving the beast in a more ire state, in pain and aggressive. it wanted nothing to do with the mortals, he didn't want to get attached again. he didn't want to cause more pain when he inevitably left. he didn't want to see his son's fear of him again. there was no place for him or it to go home, not anymore, or so he believed. the beast couldn't care less, it had always done well on it's own.
there was no need to follow orders as it was, it had no owner and it's own master had forsaken it. it was on it's own like it was so very long ago. there was a mess it couldn't fix and didn't want to fix, even if he did. perhaps there was some regret in the beast made of rage and stubborn frustration. it was no guardian, it could only scare and chase off those it loved, it couldn't keep anyone near. he was much the same, they together had lost everything that was important, their children, husband, and master. what much was left for the beast aside from wandering? death was not something that would come for it, for death was their master.
keeping a wary eye to max, the beast would resume it's quiet grooming of it's paws and claws, leaving the broken foreleg alone, breath puffing out each time it moved, grooming the wounds that ached, giving short snarls of pain, ears laid back against it's skull. gods, this hurt, but it knew it had to carry on. there was no reprieve for the damned.
muscles throbbing as it turned it's body some to stare at max a bit more, a faltering deep voice escaping it, "Alright.", was all it managed, cringing at the sound of it's own voice, paw raising to touch the horrible open injuries on it's mouth and muzzle, left there by a fit of insanity where it had done everything to escape it's mortal body. speaking hurt these wounds, leaving the beast in a more ire state, in pain and aggressive. it wanted nothing to do with the mortals, he didn't want to get attached again. he didn't want to cause more pain when he inevitably left. he didn't want to see his son's fear of him again. there was no place for him or it to go home, not anymore, or so he believed. the beast couldn't care less, it had always done well on it's own.
there was no need to follow orders as it was, it had no owner and it's own master had forsaken it. it was on it's own like it was so very long ago. there was a mess it couldn't fix and didn't want to fix, even if he did. perhaps there was some regret in the beast made of rage and stubborn frustration. it was no guardian, it could only scare and chase off those it loved, it couldn't keep anyone near. he was much the same, they together had lost everything that was important, their children, husband, and master. what much was left for the beast aside from wandering? death was not something that would come for it, for death was their master.
keeping a wary eye to max, the beast would resume it's quiet grooming of it's paws and claws, leaving the broken foreleg alone, breath puffing out each time it moved, grooming the wounds that ached, giving short snarls of pain, ears laid back against it's skull. gods, this hurt, but it knew it had to carry on. there was no reprieve for the damned.
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