Post by Quirky Tea on Aug 2, 2014 23:46:35 GMT
The morning sun was glorious and in it, Elliot could pretend to be alive. The Collie mix could pretend to look whole and there, but he still had a few hints that he was dead. A ghost. He left no pawprints. He had no weight to him and the grass didn’t bend under his feet. He had no scent. And he had no fear coming into Iustitia.
Sometimes, there were some perks to being dead.
He smiled, trying to focus on the positives to being a ghost. It had been hard these last couple of days. His nighttime hauntings seemed to have gotten only worse. Little did he know, his entire being was begging him to face his past, to realize the sins he had committed, and to move on. But he refused subconsciously. His mind didn’t want to face the truth that, in his complete relinquishment of his responsibility, he had done awful things.
Let’s see. I can go through things. He hated doing that though. It reminded him that he was dead. That there was something wrong with him that forced him to remain despite the fact that his earthly race was over. He sighed. Something else then. A reframing of that first fact. Nothing can hurt me. It was definitely an improvement.
It was why he came to the bloodthirsty Iustitia pack. To characterize them all as villains would be too simple. They weren’t. Because the victors wrote history, they might be the ones who are the heroes. He found that interesting. They were frightening dogs. With a stigma about them. Surely his nightmares wouldn’t follow him here.
“Martyrs and saints. That’s what they think themselves to be, surely,” he said aloud. He lay outside the factory, on the concrete that he imagined to be cool in the shade of the great building. “And they fight for their beliefs. To fight oppression.” The more he said, the better their cause sounded. He had no care either way. He didn’t care to take Iustitia’s side because he didn’t see what was wrong about the way they lived and thought themselves superior to dogs. He didn’t care about the opposition either, that they had to stop Iustitia. Like he usually did, he wrote himself out of conflicts and merely observed.
Whether or not the humans died by Iustitia’s fangs didn’t matter to him except if they did it in such a way that would allow him to tell a good story.
Athena♥
Sometimes, there were some perks to being dead.
He smiled, trying to focus on the positives to being a ghost. It had been hard these last couple of days. His nighttime hauntings seemed to have gotten only worse. Little did he know, his entire being was begging him to face his past, to realize the sins he had committed, and to move on. But he refused subconsciously. His mind didn’t want to face the truth that, in his complete relinquishment of his responsibility, he had done awful things.
Let’s see. I can go through things. He hated doing that though. It reminded him that he was dead. That there was something wrong with him that forced him to remain despite the fact that his earthly race was over. He sighed. Something else then. A reframing of that first fact. Nothing can hurt me. It was definitely an improvement.
It was why he came to the bloodthirsty Iustitia pack. To characterize them all as villains would be too simple. They weren’t. Because the victors wrote history, they might be the ones who are the heroes. He found that interesting. They were frightening dogs. With a stigma about them. Surely his nightmares wouldn’t follow him here.
“Martyrs and saints. That’s what they think themselves to be, surely,” he said aloud. He lay outside the factory, on the concrete that he imagined to be cool in the shade of the great building. “And they fight for their beliefs. To fight oppression.” The more he said, the better their cause sounded. He had no care either way. He didn’t care to take Iustitia’s side because he didn’t see what was wrong about the way they lived and thought themselves superior to dogs. He didn’t care about the opposition either, that they had to stop Iustitia. Like he usually did, he wrote himself out of conflicts and merely observed.
Whether or not the humans died by Iustitia’s fangs didn’t matter to him except if they did it in such a way that would allow him to tell a good story.
Athena♥
