Post by Red Moon on Nov 21, 2010 4:06:09 GMT -8
Humiliated. Disgusted. Tainted.
The only word for it was tainted. He felt tainted for hugging that twisted bastard, with his backwards truth-telling. And with Brother Wolf silent, he was left with all of his rage, burning him up inside.
Hatred swelled up in him like a black, septic infection, which no amount of liquor would burn away. He wanted that Disgusting pig dead, and he felt tainted because of that wish.
"Claws at the Gates of Valhalla" indeed. Right now, Uruz was fighting as hard as he could just to steer clear of the consuming depression called Harano. Every act of frustration and hatred pulls him farther from his pack. He'd led them, once. Now, he felt inferior to them. How could things have gone so wrong!
"Claws at the Gates" looked at his Alpha, across from him. More than anything, he wanted to claim credit for transforming his former Beta into a leader. More than that, he' always known he'd surpass him, but to say so after everything would be ridiculous. He'd chosen too well, when he'd asked Orion to mentor his pack. Now, he wished he'd stop. When he looked at them both, now, he saw only the pack that knew him once, when he was young, and stronger. Now, in his gray years, he is learning how to fight his rage.
Things were so much easier when Brother Wolf was something he could face directly. It was clear he hadn't gone away, and only refuses to speak with him. He preferred an opponent he could see to this weakness. True redemption seemed so very far away, at this point.
But, Orion had given him some credit, and he's not a liar.
For certain, "Claws at the Gates of Valhalla" would never give up.
The only word for it was tainted. He felt tainted for hugging that twisted bastard, with his backwards truth-telling. And with Brother Wolf silent, he was left with all of his rage, burning him up inside.
Hatred swelled up in him like a black, septic infection, which no amount of liquor would burn away. He wanted that Disgusting pig dead, and he felt tainted because of that wish.
"Claws at the Gates of Valhalla" indeed. Right now, Uruz was fighting as hard as he could just to steer clear of the consuming depression called Harano. Every act of frustration and hatred pulls him farther from his pack. He'd led them, once. Now, he felt inferior to them. How could things have gone so wrong!
"Claws at the Gates" looked at his Alpha, across from him. More than anything, he wanted to claim credit for transforming his former Beta into a leader. More than that, he' always known he'd surpass him, but to say so after everything would be ridiculous. He'd chosen too well, when he'd asked Orion to mentor his pack. Now, he wished he'd stop. When he looked at them both, now, he saw only the pack that knew him once, when he was young, and stronger. Now, in his gray years, he is learning how to fight his rage.
Things were so much easier when Brother Wolf was something he could face directly. It was clear he hadn't gone away, and only refuses to speak with him. He preferred an opponent he could see to this weakness. True redemption seemed so very far away, at this point.
But, Orion had given him some credit, and he's not a liar.
For certain, "Claws at the Gates of Valhalla" would never give up.
