01-17-2018, 03:04 PM
"What do we all hope to do?"
She laughed, but didn't offer an answer to the question. Stopping the Destroyer from the disastrous path he rent through this world would restore equilibrium, and if that wasn't enough of a reason, the wolves fired the core intensity of her motivations. Even if she spent her life no more than snapping at his heels, it would be time well spent, and all the better if she had a pack to do it with; together, they were stronger, and their jaws would crush every dark blight of the world. The importance of that built up like pressure in her chest, and unravelled all the emotions she kept balled there; so ferocious she almost growled low in her throat. Ah, thinking too much of her pack and her reasons for being here made her restless. It buzzed through her limbs like too much caffeine.
She shifted in her seat. Jacinda's eyes kept straying to her arms, but the scrutiny didn't bother her. The pent up energy did. The sudden desire to stretch her legs. To run. "Bible. Pft."
She grinned, nose wrinkled, half teasing with the mischievousness of a pup in first snow. It seemed doubtful that Jacinda was the religious type, and she did not expect to offend with her flippancy, but she knew at least in principle how closely the Athari aligned with the church here. In any case, she made it clear she considered herself free of the indoctrination that bound her distant brethren. "Good? Bad? Not told by book. Is in here."
She tapped her chest. By the brash seeming nature of the woman opposite, she expected to be scoffed at. If it seemed simplistic, it was. It didn't need rules and scripture.
To her arm she looked in surprise when asked, the ink and colour so intrinsic it had not occurred to her that the stares had been curiosity and not the sizing up of another predator. The wolves didn't understand why she mutilated herself, but accepted it as one of the human things about her that didn't need understanding. Everything had its own meaning, important or frivolous, but the colour wrapped most of her arm, disappearing under the sleeve of her t-shirt. Too much to tell, even if she had the vocabulary. "Work of progress. But important - ah, common? Common theme. Good, bad. Light, dark. Sometimes the difference is difficult. But always repeating, yes? Like the samsāra."
She touched some of the designs, thinking. "It worries you? That Regus is gone?"
She laughed, but didn't offer an answer to the question. Stopping the Destroyer from the disastrous path he rent through this world would restore equilibrium, and if that wasn't enough of a reason, the wolves fired the core intensity of her motivations. Even if she spent her life no more than snapping at his heels, it would be time well spent, and all the better if she had a pack to do it with; together, they were stronger, and their jaws would crush every dark blight of the world. The importance of that built up like pressure in her chest, and unravelled all the emotions she kept balled there; so ferocious she almost growled low in her throat. Ah, thinking too much of her pack and her reasons for being here made her restless. It buzzed through her limbs like too much caffeine.
She shifted in her seat. Jacinda's eyes kept straying to her arms, but the scrutiny didn't bother her. The pent up energy did. The sudden desire to stretch her legs. To run. "Bible. Pft."
She grinned, nose wrinkled, half teasing with the mischievousness of a pup in first snow. It seemed doubtful that Jacinda was the religious type, and she did not expect to offend with her flippancy, but she knew at least in principle how closely the Athari aligned with the church here. In any case, she made it clear she considered herself free of the indoctrination that bound her distant brethren. "Good? Bad? Not told by book. Is in here."
She tapped her chest. By the brash seeming nature of the woman opposite, she expected to be scoffed at. If it seemed simplistic, it was. It didn't need rules and scripture.
To her arm she looked in surprise when asked, the ink and colour so intrinsic it had not occurred to her that the stares had been curiosity and not the sizing up of another predator. The wolves didn't understand why she mutilated herself, but accepted it as one of the human things about her that didn't need understanding. Everything had its own meaning, important or frivolous, but the colour wrapped most of her arm, disappearing under the sleeve of her t-shirt. Too much to tell, even if she had the vocabulary. "Work of progress. But important - ah, common? Common theme. Good, bad. Light, dark. Sometimes the difference is difficult. But always repeating, yes? Like the samsāra."
She touched some of the designs, thinking. "It worries you? That Regus is gone?"
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|Tenzin|
If they stand behind you, protect them; if they stand beside you, respect them; if they stand against you, destroy them.