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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 2:11 pm
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Not long after the pride had gathered for the revelation of who the Swampland Killer was, and subsequently dispersed, Domevlo lumbered away. It had been a long night, and the large lion was tired - traveling the samp lands, fighting Mysmyr, then as the morning came, watching as their goddess delivered justice... A nap was well overdue.
However, there was much on Domevlo's mind. One would have thought that his mind would be at ease, but no. Domevlo found his resting spot of choice, and rather than sleep, he restlessly mulled things over in his mind.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 3:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 3:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 4:11 pm
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Yes, he was alive, albeit a bit more roughed up. Mysmyr had been younger, more vicious,...insane.Domevlo looked at his own reflection, then at Mono's. Mono might thing she didn't shine, but she was no where near as grizzled and marred as he was. Domevlo was large, but bony, and full of scars - inside and out. To him, she had no flaws, and was a beautifully crafted specimen of a lioness.
"The swamp is safe again," he spoke in his hesitant, dry whisper of a voice.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:37 pm
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"You and the Mother goddess, I do not understand." He shook his head and furrowed a brow - for a brow was all his face could manage.
"The things I have done will forever mark me as a monster...not the monster Mysmyr was, but a monster all the same. You do not understand..." Domevlo sat up from his previous laying position. "I too, have destroyed families, in the most maniacal of ways. Fathers, brothers, sisters, children... Mysmyr had his own deluded reasons. All I had was hate and loathing. Loathing for the one who had marred me so on the outside. Too much emphasis was placed on the vileness of my appearance, that it sank into my once benevolent heart. I forgot, or rather, was rendered too simple-minded to know, that true beauty comes from within. I cannot forgive myself. The entire world could find it in it's hear to absolve my sins, but I cannot.."
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:44 pm
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Even though she should have been hurt or upset at his words, she wasn't. She wasn't at all. He needed to move on, he needed to let sleeping birds sleep.
"It doesn't matter anymore. The past is something we can not replace, or forget. It's apart of us, who we are, but it doesn't make us."
She wanted him to see this, so badly. She moved herself so that she was standing right in front of him, with only an inch in-between.
"You are not that soul now, you aren't."
Why... why couldn't he see this?
"I love you. I do. I wish you could see that you are cared for, needed... yes... you might have done horrid things in the past, but so have a lot of other lions, we learn from the past... grow from it... stop living in it."
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:59 pm
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"I fear though, that I can forsee it repeating in others. Mysmyr's children,... They are bound to face ridicule and repulsion for what their father did. Some people...can not see the division between blood and the individual. I fear that if they are not strong, they will let the hate around them poison them. My past,...it might not be I, but it lives, still. I can not help but feel the need to fix it..." No one had told Domevlo that he can't fix everything. he can't fix every wrong he saw that reminded him of himself.
A sigh.
"Love me as you desire. What price would you have me pay in return?" I already told you I have no worth. When it came down to it, Domevlo didn't know what love was, or how to give it. He knew he cared, and had the deepest gratitude for his new homeland, but love was not anything he had been shown.
There was that time when he had first 'awakened' when he had hid out near a family. He had re-learned how to talk then, and had spied on the couple on occasion, but he had been too...simple minded then.
Now?
Now he was learning all over again. Would Mono show him how to love and love in return?
Maybe...just maybe...
[FIn]
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