23.Aug.12, 12:05 AM
With his juice refilled he carefully picked up his cup again and took another drink. Moving slowly he replaced it as she began to speak. Her voice was amiable enough but what she chose to speak and ask after a time caused Sanderon to stiffen. His heart screamed in agony when she brought up the subject of hunting in such an easy, light-hearted way. Did nobody warn her about the one subject you should never ask him about? Sure he had told her that he was a hunter, but she did not need to dive into the subject deeper. All those questions brought back too many memories and too many realities he now faced because of it all.
That agony in his heart quickly flashed into serious anger. Rage wasn't there quite yet but it was sneaking up quickly. His father was a hunter. His brothers were hunters. His mother was the one that cooked all of their hunts with delicious aromas. He had been on his very first solo over-night hunt. It was his family's way of marking the passage between boy and man. He never even got to start before madness crashed out of the sky and captured his very soul. Now, he was forbidden to hunt at all. They didn't even trust him with a simple eating utensil!
His face was not a mask now. It was a dangerous, feral landscape of pain and rage.
Trying to stand in his rage only to lose his balance in his pain and weakness only caused him to become more upset. His juice glass had been knocked off when he fell against the table. Any food that might have been in his reach was probably also scattered.
"Hunting is not what we do!" He screamed in her face. "It is who we are! I am a hunter! They cage me like an animal!"
Trying again to stand, he wanted to break something, someone, anything. He was not thinking clearly and could only release his tortured mind and heart. Too bad it cause his flesh to feel it too when he grabbed the table and overturned it. Screaming in rage and agony as he did so when his wounds split open again in protest.
The footsteps that came running in response to the 'explosion' in his room, only made him angrier. He faced Jada then and groaned out in his rage, something that his heart was pleading with her to do. "Run."
That agony in his heart quickly flashed into serious anger. Rage wasn't there quite yet but it was sneaking up quickly. His father was a hunter. His brothers were hunters. His mother was the one that cooked all of their hunts with delicious aromas. He had been on his very first solo over-night hunt. It was his family's way of marking the passage between boy and man. He never even got to start before madness crashed out of the sky and captured his very soul. Now, he was forbidden to hunt at all. They didn't even trust him with a simple eating utensil!
His face was not a mask now. It was a dangerous, feral landscape of pain and rage.
Trying to stand in his rage only to lose his balance in his pain and weakness only caused him to become more upset. His juice glass had been knocked off when he fell against the table. Any food that might have been in his reach was probably also scattered.
"Hunting is not what we do!" He screamed in her face. "It is who we are! I am a hunter! They cage me like an animal!"
Trying again to stand, he wanted to break something, someone, anything. He was not thinking clearly and could only release his tortured mind and heart. Too bad it cause his flesh to feel it too when he grabbed the table and overturned it. Screaming in rage and agony as he did so when his wounds split open again in protest.
The footsteps that came running in response to the 'explosion' in his room, only made him angrier. He faced Jada then and groaned out in his rage, something that his heart was pleading with her to do. "Run."