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06-15-2015, 12:35 PM
They should have crossed paths earlier. Met up before the shrines, recognized one another for the kindred spirits they were. Similarities overshadowed the differences, and yet so far they had failed to notice the other, too wrapped up in their own lives to spare time for strangers. But whatever patience Cathun might have had with socializing before was thoroughly drained by now and he firmly believed that it was vain, foolish and selfish of him to think that he could benefit from any more relations.
So when someone called out to him from behind he did not swallow annoyance, smile or feign pleasantries. The short fuse he had left lit up like fireworks and consumed everything he had ever been taught about politeness, manners and propriety. It wasn't so much that he shouted at her, but every uttered word oozed with burning barriers, a noli me tangere louder than any of the things he actually said.
"Okay? OKAY!? Of course I'm not okay! I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm stuck in this bloody volcano swamp forced to answer stupid questions when all I want is to be left alone."
He swerved on the spot and nearly lost his balance again as hooves slipped inelegantly on the icy rocks, flaming eyes ablaze against the dark backdrop of the face. The equine didn't appear to even properly see the mare before him as he ranted on, too swept up in his own indignation to pay attention.
"Is it too much to ask? All I wanted was a chance, one single chance to be like everyone else. But that's just not gonna happen, is is, not in this place crawling with fucking gods! Are you one of those too? Crawling, bowing, offering lip-service and then shouting in surprise and pain when they show what they're really like; cold, callous, self serving, as if you really believed that they cared?"
The tail whisked back and forth over the black stone like an agitated cat's, sweeping dangerously close to the edge where glowing blue lava eagerly waited to consume the silken curls. A soft tintinnabulation of bells filled the air as though to paint a pretty counterpoint to the ugliness of his seething rage as he stiffly stepped towards her, apologetically suggesting that this wasn't really what the kid was like. Not always, not all the time. So maybe have mercy and avoid laughing him in the face, because his troubles were real and his fear tangible beneath the flaming mask.
If only Cathun were able to realize the core of the issue himself... alas he just wasn't mature enough yet.
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Cathun
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