Post by jiminiminy on Jul 9, 2011 2:32:44 GMT -5
"You're going to die out here you know, you silly old coot." The Ethiopian wolf laughed; a shrill, piercing sound, one that shot through the elder's brain as quickly as it could. Given the amount of blood from the wolf's neck, which was torn and punctured anyways, it was frankly quite amazing that such a sharp sound would be made from such a direly wounded individual. The elder tried his best to ignore him.[/b]
It was hot. Last Siscarm could really remember, it was quite the opposite. Used to be cold. Now, well. Now it was hot.
"Oh nonono, see if he was going to die out here he'd not be allowed to come out here right? That'd be against the rules!"
"Oh yes yes, that's true that's true, but I mean it's not like They can see the future right? Nonono!"
"Ah but what if they could! Then surely they would know that he would die out here and they would put a stop to it, yes yes?"
"Ah! Yes yes!" The Ethiopian laughed again in his same shrill, sharp laugh, only this time the Arabian joined him in a dissonant cacophony, their voices in unision breaking the silence of the dry land. Siscarm noted the increasing difficulty in ignoring his companions, whether the sound or the sight of them. The Ethiopian was the lesser of the two evils, the only wound being his punctured jugular, which dripped endlessly on the ground as they walked, each bit of blood disappearing into the sand without a trace. The Arabian had been torn, his front left leg completely missing from the elbow, making him struggle in his three-legged pace to keep up. Coupled with this was more than a dozen open wounds along his sides and back, with one massive one in his gut, entrails tracking in the sand as they hung from his body. They were all lucky there there was no stench, at least.
"Hey... Hey! He's getting away!"
The two stopped their laughing together and stumbled their way over to Siscarm, giggling at one another's violent misfortunes and the inconvieniences stemming from them; The Ethopian wheezing and bubbling from a destroyed throat, and the Arabian stumbling precariously on his three legs. Of all of them, Siscarm had hoped that these two fools would be seperate.
The Murderer and The Cannibal.
They caught up with him easily enough; it wasn't as if he was at a running pace. Having done so, though, they took a decidedly more interesting route, cutting off his path. Siscarm thought he would just pass through them, it's not as if they had any real strength, but as he tried to walk through their blockade he quickly found himself sitting on his rear. Apparently the three legged Arabian had all the stopping power of a brick wall, a fact that he certainly found amusing, chortling and rolling in the sand as his comrade took up the task that was talking.
"You know for the youngest you're certainly not the strongest! I guess that's that whole thing about 'mind over matter' right?" He began to laugh, once more the two rising in unision. Siscarm stared at the Arabian, his eyes cold and angry, until the other wolf managed to sober himself up again. His companion wheezed on the ground for far longer, his motions not disturbing a single grain as he flailed in estacy and joy. "Oh ho ho, getting a little unhappy are we now? There there, it's normal for a wolf your age to feel hormonal!"
Siscarm didn't feel the need to express his anger through posturing or growling, he merely headed straight for the lunge towards the Arabian, only to find that he was no longer in his path. For someone with the durability of a brick wall, he certainly didn't have the agility of one to match it.
"Oho! Look at that it looks like he tried to hit you!"
"Why I do believe he did try to hit me! It's truly an amazing thing isn't it?"
"Yes yes it is! That mean-"
"SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU."
Siscarm was angry. He was angrier than he had ever been before, and he was doubly angry at himself for letting them both get to him in such a way. The only aspect of the situation that gave him any portion of satisfaction was that they both listened him. The laughing stopped, the voices stopped; they both stared at him, stealing occasional glances at one another. The elder opened his mouth to speak, his mind boiling with the rage repressed from lifetimes of self-denial. Then he stopped, closing his mouth again, turning away from the two, sitting and looking at the dusty earth beneath him. Anger was not to be used anymore, not after last time. His hesitation prompted a smile from one, then the other. When they spoke, they spoke in unision.
"Oh youngest, who takes from the eldest!" "So easily you make an attempt..." "...And then so easily do you fail it!"
The laughing again. The unceasing laughing. They begain to circle him like sharks, one cackling as the other spoke, always switching between.
"To fall into old habits, ones that got you in so much trouble so many times so long ago!" "Why, it's almost as bad as breaking the rules now isn't it? Well I'd say it'd almost be cheating!" "Oh why yes I would be inclined to agree! Especially ironic when you think about it!"Ironic? Oh how so?" "Well that he's starting to be influenced by people of whom he took their influence away from after all!""Why yes that certainly is ironic now isnt it! Do you agree young one?"[/b]
Siscarm stared at the Ethiopian. He tutted, a very interesting sound coming from one with injuries such as his.
"Now now, there's no reason for one to be hostile now is there!"
"Yes, I'd say there'd be every reason to be hostile."
Siscarm stood, an action that ceased the pacing of his two pests. Neither one looked afraid though, merely amused that their game was to continue on a considerably more rewarding and interesting level.
"And it's because of that reasoning that I'm not angry at you for being here."
The Arabian raised his eyebrows in surprise, glancing over to the Ethiopian, who had simply narrowed his, frowning as he stared at the 'elder'. He didn't want the game to turn in this direction. The ball had been taken from his court.
"That's the thing, though. Of all of the people who decided to show up to gloat, or to mock, or to simply stand around doing nothing, I don't blame you. By my will you were made to be monsters..."
Siscarm took note of the Ethiopian taking on an aggressive stance.
"...And by that same will, those monsters I created were torn to pieces."
The Ethiopian lunged, but he never hit a thing, neither Siscarm nor the ground, merely 'ceasing to be' as a result of the action. His partner, the Arabian, was suddenly distressed by his disappearance, but no less so by his foe's words.
"That... That would be against the rules... That was against the rules..."
The Ethiopian trotted out from behind the Arabian, however it wouldn't seem that his mood had improved, and his re-emergence did nothing to ease his companion. He smiled, though. An unhinged smile. There was no more laughing.
"You may see it as your will, but at the time it was your ignorance, your impatience, your violent pride and your violent greed. You made us monsters, nay, abominations by nothing more than that. You are a selfish old brute who deserves to die, but is too prideful and greedy to even offer the world that. I came here for but a bit of enjoyment to break up the routine of misery that has plagued me for what, three decades? And you don't have the decency to even offer respite to one you wronged so deeply. Despicible. You are a bastard and a cheat, and when you finally pass from this harsh world it'll be too good for you."
He turned from the two, walking into the endless sands, blending into the colours perfectly as his form became indistinguishable from the distance. Siscarm looked after him for a while, but was soon to turn his attention to the remaining Arabian.
"Any follow up?"
"...That was against the rules..."
Further attempts at meaningful communication were identical failures, and the elder turned from the Arabian with a degree of disappointment. Siscarm had taken his life from him, and now past that he was still taking his joviality. It was unfortunate that he would be unable to provide an apology, but the past will never change. All it can do is give a wolf the means to change the future for the better. He begain to walk through the desert again, heading to a destination indeterminate. So long as there was motion, there was life.[/blockquote]