daydreameroboes
March 1st, 2008, 08:33 PM
This month I decided to write about my rp charrie Tostro before he turns evil. One year after this he becomes an assassin, from 'the assassins of the blood dragon' rp =D it's 996 words, not including the title.
Revenge
It’s still hatefully bright, buds beginning to form, spring arriving, giving life. Why did it have to take one as well? Why am I running from my clan now? Why is the World Spirit being so cruel?
Our family never hurt anyone. My ma works, just like the other women; I go hunting every day; my fa...he worked the hardest of everyone. So why did our clan-creature turn on us? Our clan claim it was sick. It was ill, you could tell by its eyes. It was mad. It wasn’t its fault. A wolf doesn’t intentionally harm its own.
Then whose fault is it?! I scream in my head. Who else is there to blame? It has to be someone’s fault. The wolf knew what it was doing. It looked straight at me. I saw its bright, clever eyes. It knew what it was doing.
It must have, because what other explanation is there?
I’m still running, but I’m tiring now. I don’t know or care if my clan have followed me. Why should I, they’re only making excuses. Even my ma, her eyes filled with grief, clutching my baby sister to her chest, had told me not to blame the wolf. She still trusts our clan. That’s when I knew I had to run.
Suddenly I can go no further. I crumple to the floor, leaning against a tree root. There are tears in my eyes. Good, I think savagely. Why should you be happy? Your clan-creature just killed your fa. You should be crying your heart out. But oddly, though I can feel tears, they won’t fall.
They say that in your last moments, the World Spirit sends all your memories to you. Now, the Spirit seems to be playing some twisted game. It isn’t my life I’m seeing; it’s fas.
I see him as a young boy, playing with my granfa, who I never knew. I see him on his first hunt, shooting a young roe buck just below the shoulder. I see him at a wedding, marrying my ma. I see him holding a crying baby, me. I see the two of us playing, when I am about 7. I see him holding my baby sister, earlier this year, tears of happiness in his eyes. And finally, I see him as he was just an hour ago; eyes wide in fright as the wolf advanced on him, growling savagely, its mad eyes glowing. He falls, blood spurting from his shoulder. His face is still twisted in pain; even in death.
I cry out and fall down, beating the ground with my fists until they bleed. It doesn’t match the pain I feel inside. My world is crumbling. I’ve always trusted wolves; they’re my clan creature. They don’t intentionally hurt their own. At least, I used to believe that. Now my heart is hardening against them. I know what I have to do.
‘Tostro! Where are you?’ I hear a shout. It’s my clan leader.
‘Tostro! My son, where are you?’ It’s my ma, grief making her voice thicken. I can hear my sister crying. ‘Tostro, it wasn’t the wolf’s fault. Come home. We need to be together.’
No we don’t. I know she still believes our guardian will protect us. I can’t believe that, not anymore. I can still feel my heart wrenching. I want to go to them. I want to believe that it will be ok again. I’m only 15 summers. I want my ma, but more than that I want my fa.
Thinking of fa reminds me of what I have to do. I stand up quietly and edge into the bushes. The voices of my clan are moving away; searching somewhere else. I turn and walk in the opposite direction.
Tracking the wolf isn’t difficult. It’s being very clumsy, blundering into bushes. I know it’s the right wolf; it’s the only loner around here. After about half a light of tracking I stop just before a clearing where it’s resting, lying on its back. It occurs to me briefly that a wolf shouldn’t be doing this; it rests in well-hidden places and stays on its guard at all times. This one hasn’t even noticed I’m here, but I’m too intent on what I have to do to pay much attention to this.
Taking in a breath, I reach for my bow, but I stop just before I get it and pull out my knife instead. It’s a beautiful blade, even more so because my fa made it. I’ve always preferred my bow, but now I want to use my knife. It seems more appropriate.
Holding it firmly in my hand, I edge forwards. The wolf flicks its ears and turns to look straight at me. Its amber eyes suddenly don’t look as bright as they did; for a moment I wonder if my clan could be right, maybe it is sick.
But it’s too late to go back now.
Before I change my mind, I run forwards and stick the knife into the wolf’s belly, slitting it open. It barks once, loudly, before whining and grunting in pain, then falling silent. It hits the floor, dead.
Inside me, something is different. The mage always said that to kill your clan-creature is the worst crime anyone can commit. I feel a wave of ice wash through me until I am totally consumed. I step away from the carcass and turn my back on it...to find myself staring at ma. There are tears in her eyes. ‘Tostro...’ she whispers. She sounds heartbroken. I feel nothing. I stare at her, my green eyes hard. She shakes her head, backs away. I turn and leave the clearing before the rest of my clan get there. I can never go back; I don’t want to. I’ve changed; I don’t even remember who I was before. All I remember is my fa’s face, twisted in pain. I smile to myself.
I’ve had my revenge.
:/ by the way, I'm not a wolf-hater! I love them! I felt terrible when I killed the wolf :/
Revenge
It’s still hatefully bright, buds beginning to form, spring arriving, giving life. Why did it have to take one as well? Why am I running from my clan now? Why is the World Spirit being so cruel?
Our family never hurt anyone. My ma works, just like the other women; I go hunting every day; my fa...he worked the hardest of everyone. So why did our clan-creature turn on us? Our clan claim it was sick. It was ill, you could tell by its eyes. It was mad. It wasn’t its fault. A wolf doesn’t intentionally harm its own.
Then whose fault is it?! I scream in my head. Who else is there to blame? It has to be someone’s fault. The wolf knew what it was doing. It looked straight at me. I saw its bright, clever eyes. It knew what it was doing.
It must have, because what other explanation is there?
I’m still running, but I’m tiring now. I don’t know or care if my clan have followed me. Why should I, they’re only making excuses. Even my ma, her eyes filled with grief, clutching my baby sister to her chest, had told me not to blame the wolf. She still trusts our clan. That’s when I knew I had to run.
Suddenly I can go no further. I crumple to the floor, leaning against a tree root. There are tears in my eyes. Good, I think savagely. Why should you be happy? Your clan-creature just killed your fa. You should be crying your heart out. But oddly, though I can feel tears, they won’t fall.
They say that in your last moments, the World Spirit sends all your memories to you. Now, the Spirit seems to be playing some twisted game. It isn’t my life I’m seeing; it’s fas.
I see him as a young boy, playing with my granfa, who I never knew. I see him on his first hunt, shooting a young roe buck just below the shoulder. I see him at a wedding, marrying my ma. I see him holding a crying baby, me. I see the two of us playing, when I am about 7. I see him holding my baby sister, earlier this year, tears of happiness in his eyes. And finally, I see him as he was just an hour ago; eyes wide in fright as the wolf advanced on him, growling savagely, its mad eyes glowing. He falls, blood spurting from his shoulder. His face is still twisted in pain; even in death.
I cry out and fall down, beating the ground with my fists until they bleed. It doesn’t match the pain I feel inside. My world is crumbling. I’ve always trusted wolves; they’re my clan creature. They don’t intentionally hurt their own. At least, I used to believe that. Now my heart is hardening against them. I know what I have to do.
‘Tostro! Where are you?’ I hear a shout. It’s my clan leader.
‘Tostro! My son, where are you?’ It’s my ma, grief making her voice thicken. I can hear my sister crying. ‘Tostro, it wasn’t the wolf’s fault. Come home. We need to be together.’
No we don’t. I know she still believes our guardian will protect us. I can’t believe that, not anymore. I can still feel my heart wrenching. I want to go to them. I want to believe that it will be ok again. I’m only 15 summers. I want my ma, but more than that I want my fa.
Thinking of fa reminds me of what I have to do. I stand up quietly and edge into the bushes. The voices of my clan are moving away; searching somewhere else. I turn and walk in the opposite direction.
Tracking the wolf isn’t difficult. It’s being very clumsy, blundering into bushes. I know it’s the right wolf; it’s the only loner around here. After about half a light of tracking I stop just before a clearing where it’s resting, lying on its back. It occurs to me briefly that a wolf shouldn’t be doing this; it rests in well-hidden places and stays on its guard at all times. This one hasn’t even noticed I’m here, but I’m too intent on what I have to do to pay much attention to this.
Taking in a breath, I reach for my bow, but I stop just before I get it and pull out my knife instead. It’s a beautiful blade, even more so because my fa made it. I’ve always preferred my bow, but now I want to use my knife. It seems more appropriate.
Holding it firmly in my hand, I edge forwards. The wolf flicks its ears and turns to look straight at me. Its amber eyes suddenly don’t look as bright as they did; for a moment I wonder if my clan could be right, maybe it is sick.
But it’s too late to go back now.
Before I change my mind, I run forwards and stick the knife into the wolf’s belly, slitting it open. It barks once, loudly, before whining and grunting in pain, then falling silent. It hits the floor, dead.
Inside me, something is different. The mage always said that to kill your clan-creature is the worst crime anyone can commit. I feel a wave of ice wash through me until I am totally consumed. I step away from the carcass and turn my back on it...to find myself staring at ma. There are tears in her eyes. ‘Tostro...’ she whispers. She sounds heartbroken. I feel nothing. I stare at her, my green eyes hard. She shakes her head, backs away. I turn and leave the clearing before the rest of my clan get there. I can never go back; I don’t want to. I’ve changed; I don’t even remember who I was before. All I remember is my fa’s face, twisted in pain. I smile to myself.
I’ve had my revenge.
:/ by the way, I'm not a wolf-hater! I love them! I felt terrible when I killed the wolf :/