[DRABBLE]
Player: savingdaisydiva
Subject: San
Table: C
Prompt: Hidden
The sunlight flickered against the blade of the knife and she watched it with some interest. Technically a human gave it to her and so tainted the weapon with it's stench. The power she felt when clutching the handle...it was like nothing she ever felt before, so that was the reason alone she kept the gift. Glancing at the darkening sky, San put the knife away with something akin to a sigh.
A low growl made her turn around. “Tired already, daughter?” asked the she-wolf from her perch on top of the large boulder.
San gave a light smile and a shrug of her shoulders. “Brother and I hunted a long while, Mother. It wore me out,” she said. “I'm not as tireless as them.”
The great white wolf nodded slowly with the wolf equivalent of a smirk before turning her head to listen to something in the distance. Noticing, San followed suit and listened carefully. Moro turned to look at her daughter again. “What do you hear?”
She strained. Nothing came to her on the wind and she looked up to her mother in disappointment. It always seemed that she could almost hear or almost do the things her family members could but only almost. “It's your brother, Shoji. He caught a human,” Moro said and laid her head back on her front paws.
“Good,” San said. “Only good human is a dead human.”
San took out the knife again and looked at her reflection in it. She never liked it for it's humanness. True, the tattoos made her look savage but that only went so far...
“Then why is the human Ashitaka alive, San?”
“You're...beautiful.”
San put the knife away again and tilted her head in Moro's direction. “I'm tired, Mother. It's good listening to your wisdom.”
“Ah.” Moro gave something that could have been a growl or a laugh and the same type of nod to her daughter. “Don't listen to the human lies, they'll soften your heart.”
“Yes, Mother. Of course.”
As San went into the cave she had called home for many years she glanced at the handle of the knife. Then she glanced at the always sleeping form of Ashitaka. It should have been an easy enough decision. He was human, no better than a rat. Yet...She was tired. San would choose what to do about that strange human in the morning.
San was a wolf and her heart wasn't soft. Even if Mother...Even if Mother thought she was going soft, she wasn't.
Right?
Subject: San
Table: C
Prompt: Hidden
The sunlight flickered against the blade of the knife and she watched it with some interest. Technically a human gave it to her and so tainted the weapon with it's stench. The power she felt when clutching the handle...it was like nothing she ever felt before, so that was the reason alone she kept the gift. Glancing at the darkening sky, San put the knife away with something akin to a sigh.
A low growl made her turn around. “Tired already, daughter?” asked the she-wolf from her perch on top of the large boulder.
San gave a light smile and a shrug of her shoulders. “Brother and I hunted a long while, Mother. It wore me out,” she said. “I'm not as tireless as them.”
The great white wolf nodded slowly with the wolf equivalent of a smirk before turning her head to listen to something in the distance. Noticing, San followed suit and listened carefully. Moro turned to look at her daughter again. “What do you hear?”
She strained. Nothing came to her on the wind and she looked up to her mother in disappointment. It always seemed that she could almost hear or almost do the things her family members could but only almost. “It's your brother, Shoji. He caught a human,” Moro said and laid her head back on her front paws.
“Good,” San said. “Only good human is a dead human.”
San took out the knife again and looked at her reflection in it. She never liked it for it's humanness. True, the tattoos made her look savage but that only went so far...
“Then why is the human Ashitaka alive, San?”
“You're...beautiful.”
San put the knife away again and tilted her head in Moro's direction. “I'm tired, Mother. It's good listening to your wisdom.”
“Ah.” Moro gave something that could have been a growl or a laugh and the same type of nod to her daughter. “Don't listen to the human lies, they'll soften your heart.”
“Yes, Mother. Of course.”
As San went into the cave she had called home for many years she glanced at the handle of the knife. Then she glanced at the always sleeping form of Ashitaka. It should have been an easy enough decision. He was human, no better than a rat. Yet...She was tired. San would choose what to do about that strange human in the morning.
San was a wolf and her heart wasn't soft. Even if Mother...Even if Mother thought she was going soft, she wasn't.
Right?