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Ramblings of Wod

How well could you keep a secret?
Myth, legend, they came from somewhere.
Sometimes the truth is no longer believed.
Child, outcast. I don’t belong here. How wrong I was.
Fear, rage, uncontrollable anger. Why? I don’t belong here.
Boy was I wrong.
Have you ever lost control of your hands? They tighten up, not quite into fists.
It hurts, but I can’t tell if the pain is physical.
My jaw tightens up and I can’t open my hands.
I don’t like keeping secrets.
Time moves fast yet progress can be slow.
WAKE UP! Says the old man. It’s a pleasure to meet you, father.
How can I help you? I ask. How can I help you? He replies.
Did he just slap me in the face?
So many questions, but so many more answers.
GROW UP! Says the old man. It’s an honor to know you, father.
Do your eyes change color when you are mad?
Warriors who wear wolf skin? HA! Wolves who wear warrior skin!
Sometimes the truth is feared.
Myth, legend, they came from somewhere.
How well could YOU keep a secret?
A body stands alone. Then it falls to its knees. And then the palms of its hands hit the floor.
A body is wracked with pain. I can’t tell if it is physical pain. I think the pain is in my spirit!
Filled with the frenzy of an ageless god. Frenzy, there is a word that is highly misunderstood.
GET UP! Says the old man. But can dogs stand?
Indeed.
I don’t like keeping secrets. Thank the Gods I only have one.
Almost all of the questions have been answered. Almost all.
What is the purpose of this thing?
A lifetime devoted to hand to hand confrontation.
How do you kill a person?
How do you kill a Bear?
How do you kill a monster, a demon?
Can you answer those questions?
I can.
MONSTER!
I have spent a lifetime studying them in books.
Am I in those books? Sometimes.
It all sounds worse than it really is. It used to be a burden, until I unwrapped the gift.
And we all know that a gift demands a gift…so I give. My gift is all that I have.
My gift is me. I give it freely. I am no longer mine to give.
What is my purpose? The purpose of this thing?
I already know that answer…
How well can I keep a secret?

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Louis Buccellato (Alföðrsulf)




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