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01-29-2016, 10:06 AM
Albrecht It’s hard to look derisive in such an unnatural position. His ears lay flatter against the smoothness of his neck and his lips sneer unpleasantly, but the overall effect is barely insulting – more resigned. The tufted end of his tail waves dismissively at the questions, annoyed that such things should have weight in a stallion’s merit. The noble always speak of altruism and selflessness, but when it comes down to it all that really matters is who you know and what kind of title you carry around your neck. "Is that all it takes? Would Thief or Warrior or Haruspex have you jumping up to grant my wishes? Would the brother of Deimos or the father of Hotaru not garner the same complaints? I can see you live in a world apart but surely you’re not so illusioned.” The black’s jaded outlook is born of personal experience and unlikely to infect those without the heavy hand of injustice in their lives, but some naïve fragment of his character still clings to life inside his heart and withers with disappointment. He forsook the lies and the pageantry of politics in favor of seeing the world for what it really is – or what he really believes it to be - the moment he stepped alone into the snow. This new persona is geared in every way to illicit scorn and distaste. He wants to be seen for exactly who and what he is in this exact moment, not who he used to be or what he may have accomplished all those years of his youth. "I am no one and I have nothing to give you.” The words fall lifeless from his lips. A few short weeks ago they might have sounded sad or angry, outraged even, but now they’re only hollow. He refuses to feel guilt or shame for making a difficult decision in a difficult situation. He ran the numbers and chose the lesser of two evils. He did nothing wrong. They would have chosen the same, had they any sense. Let the past condemn him all it wants, he chooses to condemn everything it represented in return. Shadows clear from his eyes as renewed conviction quiets his thoughts. Peppermint-Patty might be made of sugar and sweets on the outside, but Albrecht wants to know what type of filling hides beneath. What will he offer to someone who cannot (or will not) repay him? Eat a dick |
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