Dancing with the Shadows...

[Big Cat]

"I am nothing"

How many years has it been, since I returned to you... The perspective of self-indulgence. A litany to my life, for once it is all over? What left will there be to an 'I'? To remain... In the years of pursuit towards perfection? I have found that pieces of me are lost along the way... Are they without use or the truth in-which I avoid? These questions would at times, haunt me in my sleep... Like wolf to sheep and shepherds to their duty. What must be done and desires to be? Are conflicts in constant battle. This mess leaves only the remnants to be picked up and pieced back together...

  

"I am the empty room"

Yet I pursue that which gnaws in the back of my mind... The whispers invoked by the wars inside my head... Laid waste, is the field of the past and only the future to be spurred by the budding seeds. Once grown? The people of aphros, would be the animals which harvest these fruits. The bugs which tend to the garden. An effort not of one, but a whole... How i'd longed in my youth, to be like my grandmother... To change meranthe as she has... To pursue her destiny without intervention of others. A shattering of the divide on how we? As humans, perceive demon-kind... Offering onto them, something no man or woman would ever dare to... 
   
Redemption.

   

"The dreamless sleep"

I suppress and surpass... Cultivated from the minds of many and thoughtful natures imbued. My life was filled with constant joy, constant love... There was nothing apart of me, that didn't welcome these feelings. I felt enamored with my own self esteem. Not simply because I was who I am, but with what I made possible. Despite the damage done? I rose and I still rise. Each hand, embroiled with defiance, staking their claim on the mountain all individuals climb. A foothold for those behind and a promise to what can be, at the top... 
    
If grandmother could defy the view of what speciesism reside on meranthe? 
   
Then I will break the boundaries of what is possible with magic. 

   

"The shadows shadow"

... Change often comes, uninvited. It is typically up to the individual to decide how best to wield this concept... But what of me then? Who welcomes it, pursues it... Has become so engrossed? Warned at every corner, from faith... To combative prowess, to the dignity of life and its prosperity. How many times have I proven them wrong? To show, I am capable in the fields of war, wielding a magic unknown, to the creation of potions that mutate the human form... To the faith of an entity, that which was denied. A proper rite. 

If our destiny within aphros is the see the limits of forgiveness? 

Then I will be the sacrifice. That sheds light upon man...