Am I a MONSTER? (open)

[Jason]

(An opportunity for others to interact or confront Alfwin after the battle. Drama pls?)


Alfwin laid alone by the pond, eyes vacant. There was too much for the young demonic mix to think about right now, and he had much to focus on. He still had not cleaned himself, the scent of volcanoes clinging to him, as if to remind others what he had just done. He was quite sore, with a noticeable limp, due to the wounds inflicted upon him by the leader of the Rogue's Guild. Sure, he had killed his mother, but that really had not taken skill. His fight with Ducarius had been quite humbling. He needed to train more, exercise more, build muscle. While others may be celebrating, chatting, bragging about the battle, Alfwin found himself displeased. How could he have performed so poorly? He replayed the scene in his head multiple times,picking out his mistakes.

One would not have described Alfwin as happy. His childhood had been ruined by the death of his father, and shortly after, the disappearance of his mother. He could not have stayed in Meurtrier, even if he had wanted to, feeling so ashamed of his mother's betrayal. That shame had swiftly turned to hate. He had come to blame her for Icarus's death. He began to think on the matter, realizing that her death had not really satisfied him. He had wanted to make her suffer; not for just what she did to him, but what she had done to his siblings. He gritted his teeth and his claws lashed out at the water. He stood, planning to go back to his den and yell at the little "trophy" he had brought back. He needed something akin to closure, but he was unlikely to find that right now, considering what he had done. The demonic started to limp back toward his bed.

[kahara]

CASPER

[/i] Casper popped up in front of Alfwin. "You're the one who killed Brynneth, right? Wasn't she your mom? What was it like? Was there a lot of blood? What do the insides look like? Did you get to dissect her? Was it fun? Would you do it again?" He asked and bounced along with Alfwin. He had so many questions and was unbearably curious about what had happened, and especially about what was going on in Alfwin's mind.[/ul][/blockquote]

[Jason]

Before he was even half way back to his den, a cub approached him, and a large one at that. His intentions would have been to ignore the cub, but he appeared incredibly tenacious. "Casper, right?" he grumbled, eyes half closed as he peered down at the cub. "Curious huh?" He shook his head and continued to walk to his den, laying down in the opening, fresh blood coming from scabs as they cracked back open. He was in a sorry state, but he had no wish to see the healers, in an attempt to preserve his dignity. "Yes, I did. And she was my mother, biologically. Her death was not very satisfying. It was a rush job. I did not get to place all my hate into it." Broad shoulders shrugged, causing him pain as the stiffness began to set in. "Very red. Not unlike any piece of prey. I did not have time. I got attacked by Raegan's brother shortly after killing her." Slit shaped pupils dilated a bit to become more like an oval as he glanced back to where he had placed his mother's missing head. It was still there, but hidden from view save for the telltale signs of her fur. "of course I would, but I would do it differently, if I had more time... Why are you so interested? Do you plot to kill your mother as well? Asesino seems to care for you, as do Jasper and Cocaine."

[TheWG]

Kazbek

He was not the only one who had made a successful killing within the pride earlier in the day... It seemed as if youth was winning over the old as not one but two adolescents made their first kills, within the first battle between the first enemy that happened to be in their lifetime. A worthy honor had bestowed upon them today, and as Kazbek hoped, a show of promise above those who may have doubted their value, if not at least temporarily. He was soon to be a Warrior of Meurtrier and Alfwin one of Jaaku, and he felt a need to congratulate the other for his triumph... No matter how much he didn't contemplate about the younger male killing such close family.

A chuckle came at an odd tone as the large teen approached the other, nonchalantly, yet boasting at the same time, "That was quite a ballsy move you made there... But the life of a traitor I suppose." He said, coming to sit close by the Demonic that he knew as somewhat of an acquaintance. "Of course, not something I would do to my own mother, be as flighty as she is, I'm sure you had your reasons to do what you did... Have you seen Edmund since we returned? I heard he started the whole charade. Not that I'm complaining."

[kahara]

CASPER

[/i] He boasted quite positively.[/ul][/blockquote]