by aurumlupus » Thu Mar 13, 2014 3:18 pm
Anril raised her other eyebrow. "All perspectives, yet yours is the only one that's right? Do tell me how that's worked out so well for you so far." She replied. "I'm sure because of your worldly views and many perspectives, you've avoided a lot of harm and problems that us narrow minded people have not." She said dryly. "Silly us, managing to survive without having to resort to running away to others or almost self inducing a blood frenzy. We should have tried it your way a long time ago." She tapped a button, and the door behind them open. "If you think you know better, do feel free to leave. If not, perhaps think that smashing a lightbulb isn't going to be as easy for the werewolves we've already trapped and imprisoned?" She gestured to the door. "Go on. I'm sure this world hasn't become even more corrupt and lazy and inept. All the good old fashioned morals still exist, somewhere. Maybe in some secluded village or monk's monastery. Here, you're out of your depth. You can either not do anything but argue because you have a preconceived notion about me and what I've done, and die, or you can actually listen and come see why we have survived so long without getting hurt or almost killing people in a blood frenzy." She smirked. "And all without your views. Imagine that." She pushed herself off the desk and walked down the hallways towards a side hallways for stairs. "Either follow or leave. It's your pride, not mine." She called over her shoulder.
Sev sighed slightly. "She's an a**, there's no two ways about it." He said softly, referring to Anril. "But she might have some idea of what to do for now..." He shook his head slightly. "We don't have many choices. It sounds like they already have a plan, and prisoners. We either stay and see how it goes, or leave and hope we can outrun everything forever." He didn't like the choices, but then again, he didn't like the situation.
Faith followed him into the foliage, and shifted back as well. "You're welcome. Thanks for not dying or anything." She replied, glancing down at his new wounds and such. "You alright, after that?" She asked.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."