Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Aug 24, 2012 22:33:01 GMT -5
This one is based in the war between packs. Bidziil had just murdered one of his own packmates in defense of Mahal.
I saw him lunge. My mind could not follow what he was doing. There was a shedog of our pack going after an enemy, and now Bidziil was jumping in. Suddenly our comrad was dead and the enemy was unware he had ever been in danger. Bidziil had just protected an enemy. I could only stare after him as he danced away. I was angry, perhaps even beyond so. My alpha, he helped the opposition and expected me to be okay with that? No, he didn't think I had seen; it was clear in his confident, wispy gait. My claws dug into the soil as I control myself; I could kill him. The humans, however, would be upset and disapprove. They had put much time and money into the creation of Bidziil. I would make him go to the humans and get corrected.
Channeling my anger on other bodies, I found myself warring Carska. The woman hated me. It pricked a piece of my heart painfully. I had once considered Carska at a romantic level. Had it been wrong? Surely. But I was a failed experiement that refused to admit it. I would swallow the wrongful emotions. I attacked her, in it to kill my weakness. A snarl sounded, turning my attention. Bidziil, facing Mahal, had shifted his gaze towards me and warned Carska with the snarl. I watched Mahal run off, and I observed as Bidziil was suddenly upon me.
Pain shot through my face as his jaws crushed down on my snout. The man was stronger than me, and he had the benefit of me being caught off guard. The brute was protecting Carska; never would I have thought he would let the emotion run him so strongly that he would attack his second in command. My engineering took over and overoad my need to correct Bidziil; I had been told to kill malfunctioning machines. Bidziil was malfunctioning; I was supposed to fix him, but that thought fled in the heat of attack.
Bidziil knew I was programmed to keep him alive, so he did not expect me grab hold of his throat. He made it too easy. The brute dropped, his jugular dangling and crushed from my jaws. His body tensed as blood pooled around him. He twitched as the final elements of his life sank into the dehydrated soils. I had killed Bidziil.
I had killed the alpha.
