Wychwood Runes Malus

Step. Step. Step. Step. A crow walking through the sunlit woods. His beak pointed downwards, watching himself as he moved and as he walked. Looking up and at the clearing a gentle sigh would be given as its eyes scanned across the clearing. Looking. Observing. Nothing left to see it seemed. Just the grasses and the ground that surrounded him. The animals and the rabbits that abounded. That moved through the fields. He sat there cross legged in the field and clearing.

The dead eyes watching. Looking up. Seeing. Dead and straight into the horizon. Unwavering and undying. But he was not looking. He was calmed. His eyes closed. Resting. Thinking. Trying to center himself to the twin forces that the Ookami worshipped and focused themselves on. He had never accepted them. He had never cared for them. Asena and Saekanis had never done anything for himself. They weren’t his makers or his creators. He wasn’t an ookami himself.

But they were existent. And they had a part in the creation of that thing that really did succeed in centering him. A part in creation of his own better half. She was the half that he adored. Everything that he wanted to see made better in himself was found in her. It was a duality that he found enthralling. She was everything he aspired to become. But he knew that was unrealistic. To become a copy and a clone of her, would be to throw away everything that she loved and admired about him.

He breathed lightly and calmly in his helm about this. There was always his own inner duality. The split between himself, the upfront and generally matter-of-fact personality, and the extremely quiet, unerring, unempathetic crow. Their fury and angers were much different from one another’s. He was frothing and vengeful. Raging. Yelling and loud. He was berserking and completely out of control, without filter. In stark contrast was the crow. Vindictive, hateful, and scornful in its sight and glare. As rapacious and unmerciful in its hate, but rather than the sound and the velocity, it was silent. Seething inside until bursting out in a sudden and terrible onslaught for which there was no reprieve. Without warning. There seemed to be a duality in all things. A duality that was more stark and highlighted in himself. And in the balance between Asena and Saekanis.

Or maybe there wasn’t. And he was the odd man out. Wouldn’t have been the first or the last time. He was the only human there in that household. All counted, there would be seven ookami, five oscuri, and a single, lonely, oddity of a human. How Ironic, that the crow would be able to overpower all but one of that pack of wolves. The Alpha alone could defeat him. He would hope that that would not remain the case for very much longer.

He would open his eyes, the stare of the crow matched with the stare of his own face. A bright morning in the wych was a common blessing for himself and the other denizens of the area to be thankful for. And one which he would embrace. His hands in gloves and his every part covered in armor and in cloth, not a single thing would touch his skin from under those layers of protection. Another duality that was markedly different from himself and Gotovina, but he didn’t feel any less for it.

He could still feel the sun’s radiance on himself. Perhaps a little too much. But bidding a cool breeze was never more than a whim away for himself. He would raise himself from his position on the ground there. Wiping himself lightly from the grass that may have stuck itself to him, he would move on his way. A measurement and reason to his every step and every move.