I had cleaned up on my hand from the injuries, some remaining blood dripping on my shirt but I wasn't bothered by it, having worse in the past. I flinch at the stinging hiss of the wound as water slid over it with harshly spoken yet gentle caressing. Like a fierce kiss to a tender wound, healing but still burning. I wipe the cut with disinfectant and bandage myself up, finally handled. At least it should prevent contamination I suppose. With such I turn to leave, bumping into my father... Great. Captain Superior returns with a vengeance.
He grabbed my arm, immediately having seen my injuries having been haphazardly wrapped and cared for, "Mason? What happened? How did you get hurt?"
"Don't pretend as if you care! It's handled and doesn't matter to you.", I snarled, pulling my arm out of his grip.
"Mason! This isn't the first time this has happened... Please... Talk to me..."
I growled and kept walking, "Don't bother... You weren't there when I needed you... So I don't need you now of all times..."
I was out of earshot before he could respond, disgusted by his attempts to neglect all he has done to bring my life to ruins. Trying to fool me into trusting his revolting lies that leave cold slaps of reality to face in times of dread and aftermath. He may fool those that fear him but that man will not drag me to his pathetic level of self-loathing pride, making some picture he thinks is the "perfect fit" for the world. Hard to call such a moron a man, less he treats others as such. May God have mercy when he reaches his grave.
I passed the kitchen that the younger scavengers stood in, having brought their carcasses from the hunt. They seemed to be tearing off the flesh in neat yet hectic patterns and patches. That will be hell and a half to clean up. I ignore their progress to making dinner to get to my own business. I left, moonlight baring down in its elegant beauty. The light brings my claws out on instinct as I grow the developing fur of blacks and deep browns, similar to my hair as human. I snarl as I land on all fours, prowling about and heading towards the wooded grounds that encase our territory in a shield of wood and brush. In my walk of course, here returns Abigale.
I snarled as she rushed over to me. She nuzzled my face as I shoved her away roughly, annoyed by her attempts to woo me. Pathetic as here I already know these signs of affection are out of desperation for attention from any males unfortunate enough to be around her. She scoffed, looking up at me, dirty-blonde mane of fluffed fur blowing to the side from the cool evening breeze. Why do these brats of my unfortunate life seem to be unknowing of the displeasure their presence brings? These fools that at another time if with past events altered I may have seen in a brighter light had they gone differently, had there been better hope.
She huffed and stood, glaring towards me, "Darling why must you be so bitter towards me? I have offered all I could yet you still neglect our marriage binding us by vow!"
"Need I remind you, neither of us truly loves the other, only keeping up with an act our parents forced?", I sneered.
She again rolled her eyes and looks away annoyed, "Due to such conditionings the man I wished for refused to love me! It is your fault for this matter!"
"Blame my fool of a father or I would never have been dragged to that alter. At least I don't risk seeming only enticed by self-pleasure!" I snapped back.
She paused as if hesitant to respond in more argument after my clear hatred and disgust of her. This woman treated me as some broken toy, clearly uninterested in any form of commitment in this forced romance between us. Now she wished to treat the matter as my fault with a choice of my idiotic father? The man who treats me as a mere puppet for his master scheme that he planned over years for his ruling. Sure, like I would let such mistreatment go unnoticed. Disgust was written on my face as she did nothing but complain over such nonsense that barely inconvenienced her.
May her kin realize how pitiful their "leading female" truly is with her performance as only wanting the eyes of those she deems worthy looking towards her else she treats them as trash despite kindness or harshness. It still confused me how such a disrespectful mutt could be called a leader! Leaders should help guide and bring up those that require it, needing to have the ability to aid those in need around them. All this brat manages is to order and scold. She reminds me of how my father seems to behave after all these moments that bring in his hectic plans. I growled as I turn away from her, walking towards my path, a slight limp from the damaged paw.
I could feel those dreaded eyes of crimson and brown hue tearing towards me in a now unsettled presence of shock and fear. It seems she had never faced the cold slap of reality that life doesn't truly revolve around one being, nor several but we can believe as we wish. She is just another jester, claiming godliness with no true reasoning but self-inflicted pride. Disgusting people like her leave a foul presence that simply deters those that may have once seen them as higher. Meaningless rankings that we use to bring ourselves higher than others.
I ran through brush once more, breeze billowing my furred mane through my running speed. I got to an open field as a sharp strike lands upon me, going up my arm, knocking my rhythm out of balance, and collapsing after a small tumble. I look and saw blood staining through my bandaging, shards of rubble from rock and branch seeming to have reopened the healing wounds. Great... Another reason to need urgency to return to my imprisonment... I groaned faintly and got on my hind legs, speed not as swift but less likely to damage my already shredded hand.
I hissed from the stings of annoying agony that burdened me still, not wishing for the displeasure of such a burden. These small cuts were little to worry of in my eyes, more of an annoyance than true agony, even if I got coated in dirt and mud, likely from fallen dew of past nights, having yet to dry once again. I grumbled to myself as the blood that now stained my poorly tended arm continued to drip to the earth and stain the floors beneath me. Not too unfamiliar... An old memory of hissing burden. When I reached the outskirts of the residence of the pack I felt lightheaded, an old memory of falling as I saw silhouettes of people and wolves rushing over, feeling as if falling toward an old dream.