Hate (,) the other white meat (Solo)

[Seliarus]

Winter 2th Midnight. Stars are shinning. The cold breeze left a freezing sensation on the Dhani's face. The same Dhani, who was wrapped around a bear coat to stop himself from freezing. He had no idea where he was, then he kept walking around the town, or should he call it, City, for several hours straight. He was a strange sight. Keeping his head hung low, to avoid any looks, his pale skin almost shinning as the moonlight illuminated his presence. He was cold, but not so much he was the other day in Sylras. So he decided he will bare with the cold a little bit longer, before hitting the tavern. To note, he decided that four hours ago. The skinny looking sick human, as he was called before by a fisher who was dragging his net back home. That was what he presented to the locals. It wasn't exactly wrong, however. Looking from human standards, he looked underfed. And his paleness could quickly be described as a disease. Yes, a disease. The disease of not being human. His sharp fangs glittered lightly in the night, as he grinned after thinking about that. Fangs that were so full with poison, that could easily stop a wolf if only bitten correctly. Humans could stand no chance, if he would just manage to get in range. Murderous thoughts were filling his head, but he didn't mind them. He was used on them by now. He knew that he would only act if taunted. Knew. He hoped he could withstand a verbal assault. But, that made him think, why did he even start hating the humans so much. Then he did manage to get along with one. His Vanthan friend. Who had done something no one else ever did. Asked him for help. And, after he did so, she shown gratitude, and returned the favor with friendship. Something he didn't expect. Maybe, he was the one prejudging the humans, in the same way they prejudged him. Maybe that was the act of fear. Or the reason that he lived with the hate for so long, it became a part of him. Sixty years. Give or take a few months. Sixty years before today, his first meeting with a group of humans. They were hunters. Hunting wildlife. Ended up killing his two brothers and sister, and capturing him. Taking him away. His eyes watered at the thought of that. Now he knew why he hated them. He remembered. Like salt on the wound, it burned him. Deep inside. And with the pain, he kept on walking. Talking to himself. Telling himself that there is no use of crying over spilled milk. He wont show any weaknesses. He might not be a human. But, he is something more. Something More. A child from Siku herself. A snake. A Viper. A Dhani. But no matter how weak he felt, there was someone who managed to keep him standing. Who understood his animal side. Yet, couldn't understand him. But, how could she. He never spoke about it. Sel looked up in the air, letting out a sigh. His bondmate was the only person the Dhani felt he could admit his weaknesses and fears. Something told him she would understand him if explaining it to her. And he wasn't going to wait any more. He had to speak. And...I will. After the last thought, he decided to finish his walk.Looking around for a free spot to sit down. There was no one around. Or at least, he couldn't see, or hear, or smell anyone. He dropped down, leaning his back on a tree that happened to be there, making the city look a bit more comfortable. Reaching inside his bear coat, he took a six sided dice from his backpack, and placed in on the ground, with the one spot on top. Luck. The one thing he couldn't feel angry about, then there was no way he could interact with it. He placed his index finger on top of the dice, and closed his eyes. "Thank you...For your blesssing, greatessst Sssiku. I promissse, I will make a sssacrificssse in your name." He whispered in the wind, as his thought once again traveled to his bondmate. She is a gift from the goddess. And for that, he will make the goddess happy. In the way she likes it. Pain.

[Seliarus]

Winter 2th The Dhani sighed, as he opened his eyes again, and flicking the dice for a couple of inches forward. It landed on a three, and Sel kept staring at that number. Luck, nothing else. But three is such a flexible number. It's not the biggest, not the smallest number on the dice. It's just right. Three. The number of people whom traveled together from Sylras too Zeltiva. Three. The number of siblings killed in that morning. Many things were there that involved the number three. But, then again, it meant nothing. There was an equal chance of landing on any other spot. Like the thought of him not sitting down to rest by that pond. And never meeting the two girls who traveled along side the road. A different spot. How everything just happens. The same like taking a life. If someone wouldn't decide to be in a place that night, the hungry Dhani might not found them, and they wouldn't be gone. It's just right. He placed his dice back in the backpack that was in the bear coat, and stood up again. Strange. He wasn't tired. He dusted some dirt from the back of his coat off, and headed forward again. He didn't care if he would get lost. He would somehow manage to find his way out. If not else, he'd sniff out his friends. He had a good nose, even though his eyes watered every time he managed to sense the smell of fish. A horrible thing. Besides, the air was strangely heavy. Probably because of the salt in it, that made breathing even more difficult. But he wasn't going to end up complaining. As he was walking, he kept looking around. Maybe there was someone there. A hunter. A man who would like to finish the job he started sixty years ago. Even though he doubted any of them still live, a part of him hoped they still do. He would love to meet them in person. And return the scars ten fold. But, meeting them or not, he wont look back at the past again. No use. Why should he feel bad about something that happened six decades ago. His right hand fumbled around his backpack for a long, wooden flute, and as he was looking for it, he stopped to walk. He lifted the instrument up to press it against his lips. Again, he didn't hear anyone around him, and he thought that a single tune wont make a difference. And he did it. He started to play in a City he never before was, filled with people who he never had seen. The melody was grim, cold, and slow. He decided he wont walk, so he wouldn't ruin a tune, so he just stood there, and started to play the black music of his heart. Filling it with his own pain from the past he was running away from all this time. He never will be able to escape it's grasp completely, but for now, playing was the only thing he thought about. Well, that, and the icy blue eyes of the person who he laid all hope upon for a better future, where he wouldn't be alone.