Winter's Howl [finished]
Jan 11, 2019 13:51:06 GMT -8
Post by fierfly05 on Jan 11, 2019 13:51:06 GMT -8
Gwalchmei:
Running. She used to go running for hours at a time - anything after being still. Maybe if she could run fast enough, she could shake it loose: the blood that drenched her. The lie that she kept telling herself - no, she wasn't alright - why did she keep saying that she was? What did running solve? There was nowhere to hide from truth but to pretend that it didn't exist at all - and that, unfortunately, simply wasn't practical.
Murmur easily caught up to her, his long legs spinning easily and rhythmically to keep pace. The brute didn't even have the decency to be pacing his breath, he was going to pursue her and truly nothing could stop him. He prattled on about his kin - he'd never known them, or had not made the effort to befriend them, something of that meaning. Though he lied to all, not just strangers. Besides, why shouldn't he lie? she didn't know him, she didn't care, what did it matter? If her first priority wasn't to keep moving, she would have stopped and pondered on that. It was a fair argument actually - he owed her nothing, just as she owed him nothing - she didn't even have to answer if she didn't want to. The need for a voice in her ears though overruled her temper.
She sat down to stop short, turning her body to try and bump him, at least knock those non-nonsensically long legs out from under him and send him sprawling. Even a wobble would make her feel better - just something she did that achieved any visible change. She didn't stay that way though - sense kicked in and she straightened and stepped out of his way - no need to be petty.
But being petty was always a good option - after all - according to Murmur's logic, she didn't owe them anything. Not even basic courtesy.
"Worthless," she informed him over her shoulder, "Lies are worthless. It's truth that has potential." and set off at a stronger gallop again.
Running. She used to go running for hours at a time - anything after being still. Maybe if she could run fast enough, she could shake it loose: the blood that drenched her. The lie that she kept telling herself - no, she wasn't alright - why did she keep saying that she was? What did running solve? There was nowhere to hide from truth but to pretend that it didn't exist at all - and that, unfortunately, simply wasn't practical.
Murmur easily caught up to her, his long legs spinning easily and rhythmically to keep pace. The brute didn't even have the decency to be pacing his breath, he was going to pursue her and truly nothing could stop him. He prattled on about his kin - he'd never known them, or had not made the effort to befriend them, something of that meaning. Though he lied to all, not just strangers. Besides, why shouldn't he lie? she didn't know him, she didn't care, what did it matter? If her first priority wasn't to keep moving, she would have stopped and pondered on that. It was a fair argument actually - he owed her nothing, just as she owed him nothing - she didn't even have to answer if she didn't want to. The need for a voice in her ears though overruled her temper.
She sat down to stop short, turning her body to try and bump him, at least knock those non-nonsensically long legs out from under him and send him sprawling. Even a wobble would make her feel better - just something she did that achieved any visible change. She didn't stay that way though - sense kicked in and she straightened and stepped out of his way - no need to be petty.
But being petty was always a good option - after all - according to Murmur's logic, she didn't owe them anything. Not even basic courtesy.
"Worthless," she informed him over her shoulder, "Lies are worthless. It's truth that has potential." and set off at a stronger gallop again.