How it goes...[Sasha/Rhys]
April 5, 2010 - 9:03pm — Alecsander
"Feh. Isn't that always how it goes?"
The smaller male tugged his pelt down at the waist and absent mindedly pointed towards the latest object of his annoyance.
"I don't even have to look. Let me guess, a loud mooing fawn, a timid doe, a pack of idiotic skull mask'd self-proclaimed bad-asses, a couple that won't acknowledge anyone else, a group of friends who shun outsiders, ton of sleeping deer crowding your favourite spot, morons spelling you, idiots sitting in your fa-"
"Wrong! Guess again Lunchbox!"
"No. I don't care."
"Fine be a bastard see if I care, won't stop me from talking. No, today I am annoyed with the self-righteous bully."
He grinned and leaned conspiratorially against the large bull's side.
"Making up labels for them again?"
"well I was trying to think of a more polite way to say "Person who only goes out of their way to speak to you when they feel you're doing some sort of injustice"
You know, the 'you only exist when I hate you' type.
The large bull paused and looked in the direction of the smaller human. He rolled on his side before sitting up and followed the outstretched hand towards the empty trees. Normally he was more apt to pointing fingers at the ones he felt were being foolish. This was a rather strange change in behavior.
"That was oddly specific. "
"The behavior? Yes. The perpetrators? No. I can name a good handful off the top of my head who take part in that stupidity. I'm just tired of it honestly. I don't understand what could be gained by such behavior. What is the purpose I wonder...?"
Rhys considered how to explain it to him. He was quite young and knew the answer, but he seemed to be grasping at straws. Guidance was required, not he only needed the example to illstra-ah.
"Hm..it is a tactic seen quite often. Think of Cleopatra. You're losing favor with the kingdom, people are spreading rumors, what do you do? You run a smear campaign accusing your lover of being a gigantic whore until she kills herself. Suddenly people are treating you like the hero who courageously liberated people from the clutches of a harpy."
The pretender growled and slammed his hand down on the bank before pulling his pelt back over his head and curling up all four legs. Emotions, as it were, ran high today.
"And the morons will believe it. God forbid they go out of their way to find out about a person. All it takes is one moron on a bad day saying "Shes a whore!" and suddenly even your closest friends and companions believe you'll do it with everything that moves.
Forget your prosperous rule, your diplomatic relations, your flourishing trade routes. Some scorned lover says you fuck for favor and you're remembered like that forever. Christ no wonder she killed herself, I would too if I were in her shoes. "
"...You're not seriously contemplating suicide are you?"
"If I were no one but the closest would know. No, I am no pitiful fool who screams they're going to go die due to childish antics in the pretend world. I am no such coward. They point fingers and I bite back. I'm tired of apologizing for things I have not done. "
"Are you done with your complaining at me for the day? "
"It's a pretty pathetic day when I can't even find some sort of comfort in myself isn't it?"
He rose to his thin legs and shivered against the cold for a few moments before taking off into the forest. What was one to do when the only ones you could speak with insisted that you were the cause of their problems..?
