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beautifulend) wrote2020-10-12 10:46 pm
beautifulend) wrote2020-10-12 10:46 pm
Memory 5 🌙 The Only Kindness
You're a wolf.
You're curled up by the smouldering remains of a campfire, in the middle of a forest, and a young girl sits on a tree stump across the firepit from you. Her green hair has what looks like flower buds in it, barely visible. After an awkward moment, she eventually speaks up:
"So...we're getting close to the Wyld, right? They said there was a place near here where it...um, 'leaks through'?"
You lazily look up at her, and nod.
"That's where...well, not where you're from, but it's where you used to live, right? And it changed you to suit it, because you didn't join the Silver Pact?"
"It changed me to suit myself. It's no different than taking a new shape," you say, dismissively.
"Ah, right...the whole 'scared hunt'. I guess if you put it that way...why is it that the others protect themselves from it?"
"Because they're scared they'll lose themselves. And because it's a convenient excuse to bind others to their Pact. The world they want to build isn't the one Luna described."
"In...a past incarnation?"
You snort, standing up. She's not wrong, of course - you remember every single previous you, but this child of the dragons seemed so preoccupied with the memories you and the two others in your circle hold. You think it's a bit cute, really - it's definitely a far cry from the others of her kind you've fought with all these lifetimes.
You wish you met Luna. You don't know what you'd do. Can you devour a god's heart?
"No, when I received Her gift. Luna sends a vision to each of us, different for each Lunar. Mine was about making a kinder and stronger Creation. The details were vague, since Our Lady loves to be as unhelpful as possible at all times, but I understood that what was being asked of me. And it wasn't to replace the Dragon's tyranny with the Moon's."
She's silent for awhile, looking anxiously off to the side. "â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– ...do you still want to kill your...ah. Partner?"
You stay silent and stare at her, for a long time. Just to watch her squirm. And squirm she does, not saying anything besides the occasional 'um' or 'ah'. Eventually you speak up:
"Mm. Why are you asking?"
"Because - if you want to make a kinder and stronger Creation, then...wouldn't what that Sidereal told us be a much better - "
"Cybele."
"I mean, I just think...if the two of you could be together again, then maybe you'd be less..."
"I don't need to be less anything! I am what Luna made me," you snap, starting to walk away. "And I am what she made me, and if she can't take that back neither can you. The Wyld didn't change me - there's nothing that can! The only 'kindness' in Creation is death, so I'll follow my orders until the end!"
"You're still going to kill us, too." Cybele sighs, finishing her drink.
"Mm. I love you, of course. But I'll wait until it's just the three of you and my mate left. After all, you're my pack."
Love. You spit the word out almost, honestly, though Cybele seems to not be focused on that at all - after all, she's heard you talk about love a million times. She's never understood how you could hate love so much but still be so loving, but that coming up again is the least surprising thing here.
"We're...?"
"I like you."
Cybele drops her cup, and you just howl out a laugh, taking off into the darkness of the night.
---
Notes:
- DOG
- SACRED HUNT!!!!! which has something to do with taking new shapes, somehow
- Silver Pact is shit all Lunars are a fuck
- The Wyld is a thing, Sashay Silfda is changed from spending too much time there???? what does it mean
- Cute flower girl named Cybele, who is a ~*Child of the Dragons*~
- Sashay Silfda seems to hate dragons. and lunars. and tyrants.
- Sashay Silfda seems to hate literally everybody
- Except her pack?
- is this flirting?
- if it is why is 'like' apparently more serious than 'love'?
- (the only kindness is death.)
You're curled up by the smouldering remains of a campfire, in the middle of a forest, and a young girl sits on a tree stump across the firepit from you. Her green hair has what looks like flower buds in it, barely visible. After an awkward moment, she eventually speaks up:
"So...we're getting close to the Wyld, right? They said there was a place near here where it...um, 'leaks through'?"
You lazily look up at her, and nod.
"That's where...well, not where you're from, but it's where you used to live, right? And it changed you to suit it, because you didn't join the Silver Pact?"
"It changed me to suit myself. It's no different than taking a new shape," you say, dismissively.
"Ah, right...the whole 'scared hunt'. I guess if you put it that way...why is it that the others protect themselves from it?"
"Because they're scared they'll lose themselves. And because it's a convenient excuse to bind others to their Pact. The world they want to build isn't the one Luna described."
"In...a past incarnation?"
You snort, standing up. She's not wrong, of course - you remember every single previous you, but this child of the dragons seemed so preoccupied with the memories you and the two others in your circle hold. You think it's a bit cute, really - it's definitely a far cry from the others of her kind you've fought with all these lifetimes.
You wish you met Luna. You don't know what you'd do. Can you devour a god's heart?
"No, when I received Her gift. Luna sends a vision to each of us, different for each Lunar. Mine was about making a kinder and stronger Creation. The details were vague, since Our Lady loves to be as unhelpful as possible at all times, but I understood that what was being asked of me. And it wasn't to replace the Dragon's tyranny with the Moon's."
She's silent for awhile, looking anxiously off to the side. "â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– â– ...do you still want to kill your...ah. Partner?"
You stay silent and stare at her, for a long time. Just to watch her squirm. And squirm she does, not saying anything besides the occasional 'um' or 'ah'. Eventually you speak up:
"Mm. Why are you asking?"
"Because - if you want to make a kinder and stronger Creation, then...wouldn't what that Sidereal told us be a much better - "
"Cybele."
"I mean, I just think...if the two of you could be together again, then maybe you'd be less..."
"I don't need to be less anything! I am what Luna made me," you snap, starting to walk away. "And I am what she made me, and if she can't take that back neither can you. The Wyld didn't change me - there's nothing that can! The only 'kindness' in Creation is death, so I'll follow my orders until the end!"
"You're still going to kill us, too." Cybele sighs, finishing her drink.
"Mm. I love you, of course. But I'll wait until it's just the three of you and my mate left. After all, you're my pack."
Love. You spit the word out almost, honestly, though Cybele seems to not be focused on that at all - after all, she's heard you talk about love a million times. She's never understood how you could hate love so much but still be so loving, but that coming up again is the least surprising thing here.
"We're...?"
"I like you."
Cybele drops her cup, and you just howl out a laugh, taking off into the darkness of the night.
---
Notes:
- DOG
- SACRED HUNT!!!!! which has something to do with taking new shapes, somehow
- Silver Pact is shit all Lunars are a fuck
- The Wyld is a thing, Sashay Silfda is changed from spending too much time there???? what does it mean
- Cute flower girl named Cybele, who is a ~*Child of the Dragons*~
- Sashay Silfda seems to hate dragons. and lunars. and tyrants.
- Sashay Silfda seems to hate literally everybody
- Except her pack?
- is this flirting?
- if it is why is 'like' apparently more serious than 'love'?
- (the only kindness is death.)