Wake

Where am I? Simple question, or should be anyway. Better question, what am I?
Human? No, I was sometime ago. Animal? No, they are born from parents. Monster? No, I don't think I'm that horrible looking. Alien? No, I was born on earth. Me? Why not. I don't have anything else left. But what is 'me'? I can't even pronounce my name anymore, not that I remember it. Heh, I'm thinking in sounds that I can't make anymore. Anymore? Sometime? Parents?
What am I eating? chewing? gnawing? biting? Forget it. Forget, that's what I'm doing right now. Oh, it's an arm. Arm!? Arm? Body part used to reach to grab things. It tastes weird, like shrimp. Shrimp? Seafood... what is the sea? Salty, like this arm. Oh it's wet, I'm wet from tears. Someone's crying and lots of blood. Blood? No, not 'blood', something else. Life force, that's it, not wet like blood, I see something else rise from that corpse in their hands. Corpse? Blood? Tears?
Ouch, something hurts.

96th Sun of Lorn, Mare-kic

Ouch. Huh? Oh, right... ow.... dang. Wh-right. I shouldn't have tried, but it was too entertaining. All my work turn back into my face, heh. Where is Carily, did she make a deal? Maybe she's finally bored with me... huh. Two backstabbing broads, back to back no less. Day after day, taking her around, showing her the area and where to go. I shouldn't have began teaching her how to fight or training her, but I did and she was GOOD at it. That was my choice and this is where it led to, not that I hate her for it. Everyone has a choice, I realized that I when I first woke. No sense in crying over something I choose and letting the ball out of my court.

Now I've got two choices again, a) find and get out or b) wait for them and see what's going on, one is tough and other is unwelcoming. I guess I'm staying till they come back, whenever that's going to be since a few days have passed. They didn't even bring me anything to chew on or drink, what heartless bitches. Sure I took her from her pampered life, but I made sure to give everything I got into her. Oh?! They heard me, surprise surprise. Seems they didn't want to waste any food on a unconscious prisoner, guess that makes sense.

Oh my, our little partner is a HOT treat, though that's the unbiased opinion of a guy that hasn't got any for the longest time thanks to miss lady. Hmm? Do I want to work for them? For whatever reason could they think they could buy me, though if they overestimate I won't try to correct them. And that price is quite nice, though I wonder how the other party feels about this unannounced decision being made here. Everyone's so greedy, wanting this and that when they don't do anything anymore with what's in their hands anymore. Why can't people be content with what they got and what they can get, though I probably don't sound so convincing since I can get most anything. With that done, I accept.

Birth

Crap, crap, crap. I've thought about it, always looked at the possibility, looked at the extent at which I wanted to hurt myself, but dang it all, it still fricking exceeds everything I imagined. I wanted to have fur afterwards, shifting if possible, white if not. I wanted paws and claws, I wanted to kill something. But dang it, not like this. The twisting of my muscles, the ripping of my ligaments, the shattering of my bones, the burning of my blood. Everything doubled, tripled, quadrupled, over and over again. If the end is like I always thought it was, if I come out with that form I always imagined, I created, then it will be worth it, but still... so much right now. Why did I think like that, everything for a price, rebirth without the wait, without the uncertainty. Pain for contention of form, terror for shifting of being.
That form, that ability, that unlimited, unbridled, untamed, raw power. All of my life for it, all that hatred and regret, all the joy and content, all the karma built over the years, all the possiblities of the now gone future. All my mind, all my ideas, all my beliefs, everything to gathered for this one moment, this one single entity, this breathe. All to change, all to be feared, all to be evied, all to be admired, all to be more, all to be less, all to be unhuman. The price to be what I am not, to be what I love, to be what is impossible, to be alone.
That form,

That ability,

That energy,

That feeling,

That look,




The Beast.