Post by Wilhelm Opens-the-Way on May 19, 2010 10:39:44 GMT -8
I think you do have to love someone before you absolutely positively hate them. You have to have had a really strong bond that was broken, and known everything about them before you can truly turn that emotion into hatred. Kinda weird and deep, but I was just wondering about it lately.
I've been having a lot of... mixed emotions lately.
I'm proud of my Sept. They beat back unspeakable evil and hardship to build something good in a world full of grey and darkness. They cleansed the taint of the past to forge a new future.
Inspiring.
Sorta.
I'm proud of my Pack... or, at least, what used to be my pack. We've done a lot. Killed over a dozen leeches (six in the grill of The Jet City Mammoth and another half dozen or so claw to claw. Hell I even talked one of the ones that had turned to mist, out of it so I could kill 'im in one swipe. One of my finer moments If I do say so m'self.
Ellis is a whiz at covering our tracks, Holly is an ace with that bow of hers, and we have the 'regulars' that take part, like Maya the mamma bear, a couple of new guys on deck. I think it'll all work out. Good people, good at making plans that work.
We took out Thrive distribution, exposed the Crazy 88's and cut Formori creation down to a dull roar, like an army cuts off the supply lines of another. That's just good tactics, and it made the whole Sept's fights a hellova lot easier when it came to the big throwdown for Caern creation.
And a bunch of other stuff, like inroads with the Wendigo Sept and whatnot, but I ain't a Galliard, so ask Holly about that crap.
Did I screw up? Sure, but no sense in dwelling on that.
I'm proud of some of the other packs too. Love most of those guys.
So the question is, knowin' how they feel about me and mine, can that love turn to hate?
I mean, if it did, not like I could do much about it. What am I gonna do, punch Dieter in the snout and get a raging Get in the face, and a bunch of broken knuckles for my trouble? I already peed on Eris, and apologized after, not much I can do to 'im now that I've been 'declawed'.
The rage I was feeling then... it was so... pure. I think that's what I miss the most about being Garou. The purity of it, of anger that fueled my whole body, mind and soul. What I feel now is so much less... it's just more confusing, more layered, less... mechanical? Seems a strange thing to say about a supposed manifestation of the Wyld. So I guess... nothin' I can do. Let sleeping dogs lie. They scare the shit out of me now anyway. Creeping terror at the back of my neck giving me chills all the goddamn time, and those are the ones I consider friends. They are monsters. I realize that now like I never did before.
No sense in pride getting the better of me. No sense in falling prey to prejudice based on ignorance. I'm only Kinfolk now. I can't possibly know the spiritual path that guides these pure and sacred creatures anymore.
Right?
