Post by Akante on Sept 12, 2010 14:21:07 GMT -5
BRUSHFIRE
[[lolol, recycled a bit of a post. open to anyone. will close it up once enough have joined.]]
Brushfire felt so alone in this jungle.
Sure, there were others that she could relate to in a sense of duty, responsibility, and perhaps even opinions. But no one saw everything the way she did. Everyone was too focused on what Alteron was turning them into. Not what they could become. And, for some, not what they had once been. The Sentry's ideals and morals had barely changed since her first encounter with this pack, several years ago. And that entrance was an action that could not be undone. Not exactly that she wanted it to be undone, that would be treacherous. And the female was nothing of that sort. But, perhaps, if she had had a better idea of what she would've been getting herself into, she could've been more prepared for change. But change was thrown upon her in her weakest times. But she overcame them... so she was strong, right? Those horrid occasions, the treachery or abuse that she'd lived through, it'd molded her into something that she didn't originally want, but perhaps she needed. A stronger self, one that's more assured. Trent had given her strength. There was something to live for... the future.
A shudder ran down her spine, tingling every nerve in her body. The future was unpredictable, and that, alone, was a formidable thought. Her paws treaded the ground delicately, as if she could even try to not stir the rotting soil. As if a simple whisp of the wind would overturn any section of ground within Alteron. No sunlight and too much humidity and precipitation led to what it has become. Just like the wolves that walked upon these grounds. Without the hope and light of the outside world, they had turned on the common moralities and become what they are. Now, Ru couldn't speak for everyone. There were a few decent beings, but it would be a miracle for the female to find a creature within the pack that was not corrupt. Even she couldn't say that she hadn't been corrupted. Her snappy attitude towards disrespectful recruits and peasants was something she had never wanted to do. But it was now somewhat of a second nature to her.
She was changing.
For the better? Or for the worse? As of now, the Sentry couldn't tell. And she didn't really want to know for certain, because either way she'd be disappointed. If she had changed for the better, it woud mean that she wasn't becoming what was best in order to succeed here... that she was more or less being fragile. But, on the other paw, if she had been changing for the worse, it would mean that she had let herself be manipulated but the sick minds that inhabited these thick forests. Now maybe that isn't such a bad thing, but when you are constantly hoping to be self-reliant and self-sufficiant, knowing that you are being shaped and molded by others is rather discouraging. But she wanted a change, and she knew that she needed it, no matter what. Everything was about change, and she had better get herself on the better end... the end that created the change. Her brows furrowed, her blazing copper eyes seeming to actually glare ahead. Her paws took heavier steps, causing her pawprints to be embedded into the ground, to create change. She had to be stronger. She had to be the fierce Harpy that she had once been known for. Back then, everything seemed better. And now, everything was worse. Was it really that terrifying to, well, change for the better?
She hoped not...
[[lolol, recycled a bit of a post. open to anyone. will close it up once enough have joined.]]
Brushfire felt so alone in this jungle.
Sure, there were others that she could relate to in a sense of duty, responsibility, and perhaps even opinions. But no one saw everything the way she did. Everyone was too focused on what Alteron was turning them into. Not what they could become. And, for some, not what they had once been. The Sentry's ideals and morals had barely changed since her first encounter with this pack, several years ago. And that entrance was an action that could not be undone. Not exactly that she wanted it to be undone, that would be treacherous. And the female was nothing of that sort. But, perhaps, if she had had a better idea of what she would've been getting herself into, she could've been more prepared for change. But change was thrown upon her in her weakest times. But she overcame them... so she was strong, right? Those horrid occasions, the treachery or abuse that she'd lived through, it'd molded her into something that she didn't originally want, but perhaps she needed. A stronger self, one that's more assured. Trent had given her strength. There was something to live for... the future.
A shudder ran down her spine, tingling every nerve in her body. The future was unpredictable, and that, alone, was a formidable thought. Her paws treaded the ground delicately, as if she could even try to not stir the rotting soil. As if a simple whisp of the wind would overturn any section of ground within Alteron. No sunlight and too much humidity and precipitation led to what it has become. Just like the wolves that walked upon these grounds. Without the hope and light of the outside world, they had turned on the common moralities and become what they are. Now, Ru couldn't speak for everyone. There were a few decent beings, but it would be a miracle for the female to find a creature within the pack that was not corrupt. Even she couldn't say that she hadn't been corrupted. Her snappy attitude towards disrespectful recruits and peasants was something she had never wanted to do. But it was now somewhat of a second nature to her.
She was changing.
For the better? Or for the worse? As of now, the Sentry couldn't tell. And she didn't really want to know for certain, because either way she'd be disappointed. If she had changed for the better, it woud mean that she wasn't becoming what was best in order to succeed here... that she was more or less being fragile. But, on the other paw, if she had been changing for the worse, it would mean that she had let herself be manipulated but the sick minds that inhabited these thick forests. Now maybe that isn't such a bad thing, but when you are constantly hoping to be self-reliant and self-sufficiant, knowing that you are being shaped and molded by others is rather discouraging. But she wanted a change, and she knew that she needed it, no matter what. Everything was about change, and she had better get herself on the better end... the end that created the change. Her brows furrowed, her blazing copper eyes seeming to actually glare ahead. Her paws took heavier steps, causing her pawprints to be embedded into the ground, to create change. She had to be stronger. She had to be the fierce Harpy that she had once been known for. Back then, everything seemed better. And now, everything was worse. Was it really that terrifying to, well, change for the better?
She hoped not...