Credence
"Confront them with annihilation, and they will then survive; plunge them into a deadly situation, and they will then live. When people fall into danger, they are then able to strive for victory."
--Sun Tzu
Dockside had become, for him, a strange place.
It was a place to find both solace and fuel a strange, unpleasant ire. He didn't like a lot of the things swirling in his mind; hadn't liked them for years now. This ire, though, was a thing he detested most.
He crawled up and down Dockside, then up and down the beach to isolate the unpleasant feeling.
He had begun to isolate it as his path veered to the cold early-spring water. The freezing ocean lapped at his paws and he turned to face toward the endless expanse.
I could go exploring again
Renne thought on that and sank into a state of Analysis. Exploration was one thing, to seek knowledge and understand things around him. It was another thing entirely to use his curiosity as something to run away from something else. And he was done running.
He was there. The dead-man was there. Parsing the memory out like a detached scientist, Renne was somehow not surprised that he found a pang of fear. He was in some ways afraid of the dead-man. Afraid of him. Furious at him. Sad for him. The conflicting emotions still startled him to a great extent.
Such emotions were for a while, put on hold as words had come to his ears.
A heart.
It wasn't the word itself that sent his mind racing back to a night over a decade ago; it was the smell, the fact that he could smell it, knew that the heart wasn't where it belonged.
Somewhere, he heard Silver's voice snarl at him.
It came down to a choice and he reflected, it was both easy and not at the same time. He followed four Humans from one potential danger that was clear. The problem was, he didn't know what to make of what came after.
Analysis stopped.
That was it. The unclarity of it. The tension from it? He wasn't sure if it was all his own or not but something told him it wasn't all his own. It couldn't have been. Logically, it couldn't have been just his own -- the Female, she had spoken as she did of vampires. He analysed that for a moment and came to a conclusion. She knew what she was speaking of.
The unclarity wasn't with her. She was crystal.
He began pacing again, up and down the beach; even tried dipping his feet into the freezing ocean water to try and jolt some semblance of a solution into his brain.
This is Rhy'Din.
Not for the first time, Renne toyed with simply turning his back on the city.
"Confront them with annihilation, and they will then survive; plunge them into a deadly situation, and they will then live. When people fall into danger, they are then able to strive for victory."
--Sun Tzu
Dockside had become, for him, a strange place.
It was a place to find both solace and fuel a strange, unpleasant ire. He didn't like a lot of the things swirling in his mind; hadn't liked them for years now. This ire, though, was a thing he detested most.
He crawled up and down Dockside, then up and down the beach to isolate the unpleasant feeling.
He had begun to isolate it as his path veered to the cold early-spring water. The freezing ocean lapped at his paws and he turned to face toward the endless expanse.
I could go exploring again
Renne thought on that and sank into a state of Analysis. Exploration was one thing, to seek knowledge and understand things around him. It was another thing entirely to use his curiosity as something to run away from something else. And he was done running.
He was there. The dead-man was there. Parsing the memory out like a detached scientist, Renne was somehow not surprised that he found a pang of fear. He was in some ways afraid of the dead-man. Afraid of him. Furious at him. Sad for him. The conflicting emotions still startled him to a great extent.
Such emotions were for a while, put on hold as words had come to his ears.
A heart.
It wasn't the word itself that sent his mind racing back to a night over a decade ago; it was the smell, the fact that he could smell it, knew that the heart wasn't where it belonged.
Somewhere, he heard Silver's voice snarl at him.
It came down to a choice and he reflected, it was both easy and not at the same time. He followed four Humans from one potential danger that was clear. The problem was, he didn't know what to make of what came after.
Analysis stopped.
That was it. The unclarity of it. The tension from it? He wasn't sure if it was all his own or not but something told him it wasn't all his own. It couldn't have been. Logically, it couldn't have been just his own -- the Female, she had spoken as she did of vampires. He analysed that for a moment and came to a conclusion. She knew what she was speaking of.
The unclarity wasn't with her. She was crystal.
He began pacing again, up and down the beach; even tried dipping his feet into the freezing ocean water to try and jolt some semblance of a solution into his brain.
This is Rhy'Din.
Not for the first time, Renne toyed with simply turning his back on the city.