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Posted: Dec 18th, 2007 at 12:34 pm
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Conall watched over the boy as he slept. He really was a little scrapling of a thing. There was barely any meat left on his bones. Conall growled inwardly as he thought of the injustices that humans did to each other. Never had he seen a race with such a capacity for cruelty. People spoke of the brutality of werewolves and yes it was true, they fought with each other and they killed their exiles, but torture never came into it. He had never heard of a werewolf starving another or working them until they wasted away. He snorted out loud. Humans indeed.
He watched the boy awaken and added more wood to the fire, getting it blazing again. He had let it dwindle alittle in the night, lost in his own thoughts but not so deeply as he wouldn't be aware of danger. He had been thinking again of home, a place he could never again safely visit.
"Yes I'm from Britain," he replied, unable to keep a certain wistfulness from his voice. "But I havn't been there in a long time. I came here because I belong nowhere. I wander." He realised that this might be overshooting the boys grasp of the language. "I'm a nomad. Er...I have no home." Saying the words out loud stung. He should be used to it by now after so many years but lonliness was something that would always haunt a werewolf. He tried to think of something to add but words seemed to fail him. He turned his gaze to the fire and watched it dance and crackle.
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Posted: Dec 18th, 2007 at 01:46 pm
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The wind howled in the wavering pines above them, and for a moment, Lyaksando fancied it might be some wild animal, come to tear them to pieces. Wouldn't that be ironic? Killed by a feral dog or something, after escaping that place.
But no, it was the wind, and a little tension went out of his shoulders at the realisation.
His gaze shifted to Conall.
"No home? Very sad. I know not if I have a home. I have been at Bogdanovka... uh... four month?" He scratched his head. Had it really been both that long and that short a space of time? He closed his eyes for a time, reaching back through the nightmare to the memories of home. Were they still there, his Mama, his Pa? What if they weren't? What if he came back to a cold empty house!
He pressed his hands to the sides of his head for a moment. No, horror, horror if they weren't there, if they were dead! Worry crept up over him, cold and distracting. His hands fell to his lap, but the tension was back in his shoulders.
"What if they are all dead..." he whispered, shooting a glance at Conall with strained eyes.
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Posted: Dec 18th, 2007 at 04:58 pm
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Conall tore his gaze from the fire and looked into the boys eyes. The flames reflection danced in his eyes giving the appearance that there was fire there, a fierce spark.
"Believe they are still alive," he said, his voice sounding stronger than he himself felt. "And if we find they are not, then they have passed on to a better place."
He should be comforting the boy, giving him more empathy, but he couldn't bring himself to it. He had been in many battles and many wars. People died and that was the way of it. He could almost feel his heart turning to stone as he thought about it. What more could he tell the boy? What more was there to hope for? Believe your loved ones are alive and if they arent then at least they're in a better place. A sombre mood descended over him. If only it was that easy to let go. I'm sorry, he thought, I'm so sorry.
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Posted: Dec 19th, 2007 at 02:00 am
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Alex caught the gist of it easily. A better place? And what place was that? Heaven?
Hah! To believe in heaven was to believe in God, and to believe in God was to know that God was a sadistic prick. He wouldn't ever wish to be there, in that God's light.
He made a little bitter huffing noise and eyed the fire with a sombre expression.
"There is no God." He said, those words coming easily to him. "No God would hurt his people." it wasn't exactly what he meant to say, but in his mind, that too was true. What he did mean was that no God would allow his people to be hurt so. There was little difference between the sentiments.
He jabbed a log further into the fire with the pitiful dress-shoes he was wearing. Any hope of a pleasant afterlife for those who had fallen to the Nazis and their Romanian friends had gone from the bitter boy. Maybe there was nothing, true, and nothing was better than that camp, but he wouldn't believe there was some sacred heaven, some euphoric place where souls shrugged the weight of the world from their shoulders and frolicked amidst the clouds.
He shook his head, then scratched at his hair.
"If they are dead," he annunciated carefully, "then at least they are not in this hell, at least they are not at the camp."
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Posted: Dec 19th, 2007 at 03:24 pm
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No God indeed? Well Conall knew alittle different. The Gods existed alright, but in some way that was incomprehensible. He had once met Camulus himself. He had no idea in what way they related to each other though. For all he knew the Gods he worshipped applied their rule only to those who believed in them and the same went for the others. Or perhaps they were locked in an eternal struggle with each other. Who knew? Such things were beyond him.
For a moment he debated whether or not to tell Alex what he knew of the Gods and the afterlife. Maybe it would bring him some comfort to hear it. But then again, maybe this was something that Alex had to find for himself. For Alex, it was a question of faith. For Conall, it was more like knowledge.
He looked at the fire for a time, considering the humans words. So cynical for one so young. Yet after so much suffering, who could blame him?
"Peace," he muttered. "What more could we wish for?"
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