Post by Kostya on Dec 26, 2009 18:52:52 GMT -5
+ GRUDGE +
••• CALL ME DEMON •••
Can't wait 'til they get what they deserve
This time somebody's getting hurt:
Here comes the next contestant
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He wasn't old enough; never fucking old enough. Always too young, always too temperamental. What was this? Never being enough, never being just right? It all went down hill the moment his mother keeled over in her own weakness. Stupid bitch, he thinks, seethes, hates her for the betrayal of her death. Always with the brooding, with the thinking, with the pacing. Yes, the pacing, the hatred, just boiling beneath the skin. He hated the world, hated her, hated him -- but he didn't speak of that.
How many days had he followed at the heels of that goddamned male? How many times did he try to separate himself, prove himself, only to have those crimson eyes turn away from him with disinterest? Disgust? Resentment? Fucking asshole.
Grudge twisted, his mouth pulling back to bare his fangs -- never enough, never enough, and he knew it in some part of him that it was true. He would never be enough and it hurt him, this pain so sharp it superseded even the blissful ignorance of freedom. It was one thing to run free, another to know they've earned it, and Grudge, could not help but feel he had been forced to cheat. It's not my fault, he hisses, his blood boiling beneath the rolling black coat, marred only by the white patch on his shoulder -- such a strange thing, to separate him further. Ugh, ugh.
Never enough -- and it branded him, hurt him, forced him to the peek of hatred. So terrible, this rage that rumbled so impotently between his young, narrow jaws. Ground out howls became embittered growls. Freedom turned to ash on his tongue.
What was this?
Ruination of a life he had just started and he blamed it all on them. His powers hadn't even manifested -- poor, deluded puppy. He heard that voice, snapped his jaws to the side with a wild, restless gleam in his eyes. Away, away -- and he ran, ran, ran. His howls thundering out from his broad chest, his lanky legs barely touching the ground as he seemed to fly.
Fly! Like the goddamned birds, away from this place, away from it all. A snarl, a rage of impossibility and he flew through the very forests, shouting out his anger. What was this? He wasn't enough?! He'd show them!
