Post by Katame on May 10, 2011 17:14:30 GMT -4
"Beginning with a shout, the end can be a riddle
Is the best of life and love, lived in the middle?"
Clouded vision and a foggy mind, blinking twice to clear the grogginess, he took a deep sigh as he sat up. Katame. Another day had begun, hadn't it? Yesterday was spent, but doing what? Up so late, he couldn't even begin to remember, just began the morning routine. Sliding out of bed, jeans and socks still on, and began his set of pushups. One... two... three... and moments later, but what felt like an instant, he counted forty in his mind, and let himself ease down to the ground. Rolling onto his back, and taking in another deep breath, he began the sit-ups, planting his feet solidly on the ground and began to count again, one... two... three. Another set of forty, and he was done, at least for now. The good feeling and energy that came with a successful workout followed not too long after getting up to his feet, and taking a resentful sigh at the life he lived. While the simple shack of an abode that he dwelled in, was nothing too extravagant, he still felt materialistic, like the humans had won somehow by forcing him to live in a home, and have an appliance such as a refrigerator to keep his wild meat from becoming too rancid for even his wolf body to accept eating. At least it made it taste as if it were fresh, even though it was far from it. Perhaps a month or so since his last real kill? Wild animals were becoming sadly scarce, and hunting them was even more difficult with humans around. He shook his head, and noted the lucky stars he had, the fact that he was still alive, let alone other wild animals, and that in the whole scheme of things, it was either be food, or have food. And Katame, well, he wasn't about to become a meal anytime soon.
Taking a bite out of the fairly large piece of deer jerky he took from his fridge, he slammed it closed and made his way back to his bed. A few articles of clothing were strewn about, oh how he hated playing the part of a human, but at least it kept him safe from persecution. Katame bit down on the jerky, holding it with his mouth as he threw on a sleeveless T-shirt, and grasped a leather jacket, sliding it on but leaving it undone. It was time to move on, see what there was to be done, and maybe find a fight, or a hunt. Whatever was coming Katame's way, the idea of having something to do was all that played out in his mind. The idea that living life was nothing short of going about it one day at a time, thinking about the future or the past, while the past haunted him, was nothing short of idiocy. He finished off his jerky, rather quickly, and pushed out of his shack; the ramshackle door slammed shut behind him by his own will and force. Turning around to toss a lock on it, he stuffed the key into his leather jacket and left it. Thieving humans, how he hated the idea that they could just come and take his possessions. While they were nothing more than material goods, he needed these material goods, and as such, they were of some importance, if not use to him. He shook his head at that idea, 'needing' possessions that were crafted by humans, what a mockery of his standpoint, of his ideals. Katame walked up the street, caring little about who he bumped into or pushed out of the way in order to get to where he was going; even though it had yet to happen and there was few and far between people out during this early time in the morning.
With his hands stuffed deeply into his pockets, he wandered the streets, in search of a fight, food, and maybe if his lucky stars lined up just right for him, he would maybe find someone to share his beliefs with. Pft. Fat chance.
Is the best of life and love, lived in the middle?"
Clouded vision and a foggy mind, blinking twice to clear the grogginess, he took a deep sigh as he sat up. Katame. Another day had begun, hadn't it? Yesterday was spent, but doing what? Up so late, he couldn't even begin to remember, just began the morning routine. Sliding out of bed, jeans and socks still on, and began his set of pushups. One... two... three... and moments later, but what felt like an instant, he counted forty in his mind, and let himself ease down to the ground. Rolling onto his back, and taking in another deep breath, he began the sit-ups, planting his feet solidly on the ground and began to count again, one... two... three. Another set of forty, and he was done, at least for now. The good feeling and energy that came with a successful workout followed not too long after getting up to his feet, and taking a resentful sigh at the life he lived. While the simple shack of an abode that he dwelled in, was nothing too extravagant, he still felt materialistic, like the humans had won somehow by forcing him to live in a home, and have an appliance such as a refrigerator to keep his wild meat from becoming too rancid for even his wolf body to accept eating. At least it made it taste as if it were fresh, even though it was far from it. Perhaps a month or so since his last real kill? Wild animals were becoming sadly scarce, and hunting them was even more difficult with humans around. He shook his head, and noted the lucky stars he had, the fact that he was still alive, let alone other wild animals, and that in the whole scheme of things, it was either be food, or have food. And Katame, well, he wasn't about to become a meal anytime soon.
Taking a bite out of the fairly large piece of deer jerky he took from his fridge, he slammed it closed and made his way back to his bed. A few articles of clothing were strewn about, oh how he hated playing the part of a human, but at least it kept him safe from persecution. Katame bit down on the jerky, holding it with his mouth as he threw on a sleeveless T-shirt, and grasped a leather jacket, sliding it on but leaving it undone. It was time to move on, see what there was to be done, and maybe find a fight, or a hunt. Whatever was coming Katame's way, the idea of having something to do was all that played out in his mind. The idea that living life was nothing short of going about it one day at a time, thinking about the future or the past, while the past haunted him, was nothing short of idiocy. He finished off his jerky, rather quickly, and pushed out of his shack; the ramshackle door slammed shut behind him by his own will and force. Turning around to toss a lock on it, he stuffed the key into his leather jacket and left it. Thieving humans, how he hated the idea that they could just come and take his possessions. While they were nothing more than material goods, he needed these material goods, and as such, they were of some importance, if not use to him. He shook his head at that idea, 'needing' possessions that were crafted by humans, what a mockery of his standpoint, of his ideals. Katame walked up the street, caring little about who he bumped into or pushed out of the way in order to get to where he was going; even though it had yet to happen and there was few and far between people out during this early time in the morning.
With his hands stuffed deeply into his pockets, he wandered the streets, in search of a fight, food, and maybe if his lucky stars lined up just right for him, he would maybe find someone to share his beliefs with. Pft. Fat chance.