I don’t even care any more. And that is the greatest freedom: the freedom from one’s imperiled emotions. When apathy kicks in, you have not lost. Not in my opinion. When you no longer care for them, it is they who have lost, not you. You have conquered. The greatest tragedy for him is to become completely […]
Entries Tagged as 'love'
Pity.
November 27th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
Tags:descent into madness·Drek'tal·heartbreak·insanity·love·obsession
Hearts are idle.
November 17th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
If you seek to pay for your transgressions in my blood, and not your own, then is there not a fundamental flaw in your methods? Apologies have become pointless, vapid, hollow expressions employed merely so that one may continue to garner favor in a one-sided relationship. This is how it has come to devolve between […]
Doomed.
October 31st, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
After every great burn, I die. I die and I die. But before I burn away forever, I shall remember these strange yet tender moments. These rare feelings. The camaraderie I have never experienced before. The Sandfury was the first. She helped me to change my mind, and helped me to realize that my judgments […]
Learning to fly.
October 28th, 2011 · No Comments · The Tribe
The tribe’s stay in Stonetalon has had me uneasy. A thorn in my side begins to ache once more. I push aside my fears and struggle along, but the pain can be crippling if you do not address the problem… I’m a coward. I don’t even dare to write about it. So I will not. […]
Tags:descent into madness·Drek'tal·learning to hunt·love·tribal politics·Unu'jin
Surrender.
October 10th, 2011 · No Comments · The Tribe
It wasn’t long before my big mouth and my even bigger flame got me into trouble. The eyeless former Jin approached the tribal mother and I as we sat by the only cool patch of water in the entirety of Durotar. The heat must have been insidious that day. I don’t recall. No amount of […]
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Feed me.
August 11th, 2011 · No Comments · Diary pages, The Primal
He returns, blowing through my life again like a hurricane. An imperious whirlwind of a man, that is what he is. He taunts lesser men and offers to feed me their carcasses, and I find myself salivating at the thought of the scraps from his table. Pathetic? Maybe. True? Unequivocally.
At long last.
July 11th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
He reponds. HE RESPONDS! The temperature in my body goes up even before I read the first word. By the end of it, I am clutching the page and letting out ragged breaths. Primal. Frostmane. Savage. Where are you?