Post by boreas on Apr 4, 2009 20:49:52 GMT -5
Boreas the Destroyer[/b][/size]
Boreas hesitated, allowing his bright gaze to flicker to the ceiling, ebony lips curling into a slight, twisted smile. There was something dangerous there; something cruel that lingered just behind the thoughtful, graceful face. There was true evil there, though not the kind you might expect. Although his acts where no better than the ones who had wronged him, his doings were not aimed at the innocent, but instead, the guilty. He could already here the cries of the fearful, the pained groans of the dying and smell the thick bitter scent of death floating about him. Strange that he feel such a way, but he enjoyed it. It gave him a shiver of pleasure, his skin prickling beneath his multi-hued coat, though it was not outwardly apparent.
Finally, he turned so that he could once again gaze at Shea, all the anger and irritation that he had been feeling seemingly to melt away entirely. He felt a strange connection to her, the fact that she too, shared a similar past that he had. Though her way of handling such treatment was far different then his own, he did not hate her for it. Instead, he felt a slight sense of contempt. She had twisted his words, making it sound as though all wolves that had lived a challenging life pranced around happy and oblivious. Was he that way? Sure, he was a bit on the darker side, but not all wolves fell into twisted paths that he had. Surely, he did not approve of acting like such a fool, but he felt there was a need to be aware of your feelings, to forget was something that would only leave you open for such treatment in the future.
He studied her quietly, listening to her words with an expression of one who was hardly interested, but it wasn’t the truth. As she finished, he gave a brief nod as he worked over a response to her questions. He found her curiosity interesting. She brought up points that he had not considered, though his true plans within the Balkar where equally as dark, they were far from the same as theirs. Finally, he gave a soft sigh, as though tiring of the conversation, but he spoke nonetheless. “You twist my words. I never said to grasp your feelings that you should prance about like a fool. But to finally open yourself up… Because then you can save yourself from the same treatment that you suffered in the past.
He paused, once again allowing his gaze to fall to the floor. He flexed his paws, allowing his claws to scrap against the stone. Finally, he lifted his bright gaze once again to her face, his tail flicking to the side. “But from what I have seen, you have shut yourself off—say perhaps, I had been a male that had, by just a glance, felt a strange interest to you. Your lack of emotion would turn any wolf, male or female away. You cut yourself off from gaining friends, companions.. He shrugged his narrow shoulders, lowering the top half of his body so that he lay upon the cold floor, front legs stretched out in front of him. For a moment, he allowed his eyes to close, enjoying the soft sound of the rain outside the castle. It was pleasant, relaxing and he found that he could sleep to it. Weariness settled over him and he felt sleep try to close its dark fingers around his mind. Instead, he forced his eyes open and once again returned to her questions.
“What I seek is to open eyes to the terror that others force upon others. As for the Balkar and their doing, it is none of my concern. My plans don’t encompass slaughtering innocents and wasting my time in petty feuds. I have better things to gain by joining their pack. I understand their dark ways and although they want, in the end, the same thing I do, they are going about it the wrong way. I want power. They want power. As you have said before, perhaps I am only a big hypocrite. Maybe I will turn out to be no better than the Balkar. Only time will tell. But as for now, I seek to work my way to the top so that I can show that it is not just the big and the strong that can thrive.”