Dec 08, 2010 01:37
Apologies are for pussies.
Like unleashing a dog on a choke-collar, salivating, bounding, barking and panting. Free of its obligations to its master. No longer does it have to eat when it's fed, no longer does it sit and wait to be patted, to receive its daily dose of love and affection. It is free now, to roam. Soon the dog grows feral, and everyday it resembles a wolf, more so now then it did before. Its coat mangy and matted, thick with crusted dirt and blood. Musky with the scent of virility and alpha-dominance. Its eyes no longer glazed by the onset of domestication; boredom and laziness. Instead now brooding and angry eyes pierce through knotted brows, eyes that see through even the darkest of nights. It regains its instinct to hunt, shed blood and tear flesh from bone. A creature that returns to the pack, savage but powerful. Equally scorned and equally revered. Tiny rodents see flashes of white gnashing teeth before their lives are snuffed-out prematurely.
Faster than a candle is extinguished, another creature becomes prey to this insatiable beast. It does not stop to consider what destruction it has wrought, all it knows is the need to survive; the call of the wild.