Coarse hairs would twist on a weather scarred muzzle bringing forth the ashen hue that stained its chin. Swift tongue raked violently across its cage as it dulled itself in preparation to speak. Soft and steady as per usual, less the bother of his contest filter passionately into her voice. She was known for her calm... she prided herself for it. An acknowledgement to the truth could not be her undoing.
"If a monster would rear in violence without provocation, then the world is no different than the cruelty I left." Her brows knitted tightly as she forced her sights to the earth by dark paws. Her own bore their claws not in offense but to brace against the relentless strike of memory against her enduring mind. She had done well to ignore it, only frittering through glimpses the believed merited her attention. But this talk of loneliness... What did he know of it?
"Always," she breathed as her voice trembled above its soft octave, though would not exceed a regulated audible rang. "Yet it is no different than dwelling among others. If one's word is not accepted, isolation soon follows... then the burden of loneliness creeps to weigh upon one's shoulders. At least with my home made of the earth, loneliness is an effect of my own making..." |