2/28/2025, 11:12 PM
tw: animal abuse
Skill: N/A
Golde remained quiet as she listened to Aurelia's quiet monologue, speaking of Hexx, of grief, of the difficulty of coping... Golde was not familiar with such. She lived her life with a demeanor more similar to that of a starving stray dog than an individual with sense and rational thought. No sort of anguish had she ever felt (save for the night out by the lake, when she thought that Hexx had drowned).
So, when the Wisdom's inquiring voice banished her thoughts, Golde was silent. Lips pursed, brows furrowed. Had she experienced loss? What, truly, constitutes a 'loss'?
What could she have lost? There was nothing there. Nothing save for an idiot family which she'd fled the moment she could. Humans who'd condemned her for biting at the hand that fed her—though the same hand would slap her. Beings of flesh and very little fur that found sick amusement when Lutiger had driven his fangs into her neck and pinned her to the ground. That was what she'd lost?
No. She lost nothing. She'd been salvaged from that hellhole the moment the collar was unbuckled from her throat. Her mother with a deadpanned expression, as if she were a stranger. Golde couldn't forget that.
She shook her head. One cannot lose what they never had—and until Mythris, Golde had nothing.
So, when the Wisdom's inquiring voice banished her thoughts, Golde was silent. Lips pursed, brows furrowed. Had she experienced loss? What, truly, constitutes a 'loss'?
I don't think so. If I had, it wasn't something significant,she mused. Her childhood was a blur of the sharp teeth of her siblings and humans' grasping hands. In the northern woodlands of Germany, where the alluring enigma that was the forest would be tantalizingly out of reach from the other side of a chain-linked fence.
What could she have lost? There was nothing there. Nothing save for an idiot family which she'd fled the moment she could. Humans who'd condemned her for biting at the hand that fed her—though the same hand would slap her. Beings of flesh and very little fur that found sick amusement when Lutiger had driven his fangs into her neck and pinned her to the ground. That was what she'd lost?
No. She lost nothing. She'd been salvaged from that hellhole the moment the collar was unbuckled from her throat. Her mother with a deadpanned expression, as if she were a stranger. Golde couldn't forget that.
She shook her head. One cannot lose what they never had—and until Mythris, Golde had nothing.
I didn't have much to lose,she noted, her timbre neutral and diligently vague. Golde flicked her head back, a small gesture inviting Aurelia to join her back up the vale.