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Posted by Kakumei on 10/25/2008, 12:31 am
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((I am so tempted to put, "cheer up, emo kid!" somewhere in this post.))
nothing really matters to me
Don't you love how you'll go through a life without doing anything or creating anything? Imagine a life without any purpose, one that never had any direction, on bordering on its twilight and staring back over the empty expanse of a life well wasted. Kakumei stood on the twilight of his time, tasting the last few beams of the sun on his graying snout. Old, useless, no one to love or hate him. He had made two accomplishments--one dead, one insane. He could not consider either of them anything to mention, yet he often found himself thinking of them.
Enflamour. Stupid, slow, arrogant Enflamour. His death had almost been suiting, for to watch the white fur of his son's fore-head stained with deep red was almost enjoyable for Kakumei. He remembered dancing on the corpse once Sekmehnt was out of sight. Kakumei had hated Enflamour (though it hadn't been shown). The stupid boy--he was a waste of seed. There were no muscles, brains, or beauty to the wolf at all.
Sekmehnt, on the other hand, had once been a marvelous thing. She had been small, sure, but he had seen the voracious temper lurking inside the girl from the moment she was born. She had potential to be great--the kind that would watch forests burn and tear the skull from pups all while laughing maniacally. Yet she began to see things that first year--people, wolves, horses, dragons, things, none of which actually existed. He had tried to empathize in hopes that the visions would leave her, but they continued. And so he had lost Sekmehnt, the good child, to the depths of insanity.
The wind picked up, a few leaves joining it in a dance. The great black beast snorted as the wind revealed further graying hairs in his coat. He was not supposed to be old, not like this.
Never like this.
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