Post by Rainscoft on Jul 26, 2007 11:01:43 GMT -5
The darkness, the utter darkness. It was around him like some sort of veil, like some sort of protection. It was, it was his protection. He was alone here, so alone. Yet, something in him made it seem so great. So splendid. He enjoyed the dark, enjoyed the empty cavern with only the screech of the bats to keep him company. The smell did not bother him, the scent of bat droppings making the air thick and humid. He did not mind, his scent and eyes were blinded but he did not care. No, he didn't care. It was as if the darkness was taking him over, controlling his thoughts and emotions. All he could do was sit, sit and think. Think and remember, remember times long gone. Happy times, and present times. A series of flashes, a collection of happy memores and then - the blood. He saw it so clearly, so vividly that he couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of pain. He saw himself, himself with them. Uliva and Sven, laying dead at his paws. Not by the river, but by himself. His eyes, such a defying red. Silence, just watching him with a horrible fear. Teethakin, Teethakin crying. No, it was just a dream. Just a nightmare. But it seemed so real, as if it had happened. It had, oh god it had. He killed them, he killed them. He was a demon, he was a monster. He killed them. His eyes were pale, their color a dim grey like that of the rock in the cave. They teared, the bits of water slowly falling to the ground. He killed them, he killed them. He was not fit to be a father, he could not be a father. Not when he had killed them, not when his claws had shed the blood of innocent wolves. How many more had he killed? How many had his demonic rage taken? What was he like before, before Silence and before Teethakin? How many did he kill then? How many? His mind hurt, the air was becomming deadly as he breathed deep, the toxins comming into his body willingly. He could not go back to Katu, or the pups. No- no- he was a demon. He was a monster. The voice, that soft voice. That voice, he could hear it. So faint, it was deeper. He walked towards it, it was taunting him, beaconing him to come closer. To come closer. The voice, so odd. So, so odd.