Alpha Interviews - Logan: The Weight of a Word (SP-RP16/17)
Quote from Mae on August 17, 2023, 6:24 pm"No," he said. "No, you do not need a title from me or my attention, but apparently you want it. So now you have it."
And willing to test her not for the last time Kratos did not dismiss Logan, but sat and waited to see what she would do.
"No," he said. "No, you do not need a title from me or my attention, but apparently you want it. So now you have it."
And willing to test her not for the last time Kratos did not dismiss Logan, but sat and waited to see what she would do.
Quote from Adriana on August 17, 2023, 7:11 pmHer eyes met his with anger, anything else gone from her expression. She knew what he was doing and her ego had been wounded twice already in the last few moments.
She shook her head solemnly - to stay would be to oppose her pride, to go and risk being further humbled by the Alpha would be a blow to her pride.
“I have nothing to say to you,” she said dismissively. But sat on the log and cast her gaze off in queit protest.
She knew she was wasting her efforts. If Kratos found humbling her worth his time but not providing her a responsibility, there was no reason for her to stay. Not good enough to be a part of something and not trusted to obey at a word, quick to be reprimanded and quick to be judged. She could not prove herself or she had nothing to prove and either frustrated her.
It was a confusing pattern, and that he took his second skin as if to intimidate or provoke her! He did not want to hear from her, he sought only reason to further humiliate and offend. She decided she must be better guarded in the future.
Her eyes met his with anger, anything else gone from her expression. She knew what he was doing and her ego had been wounded twice already in the last few moments.
She shook her head solemnly - to stay would be to oppose her pride, to go and risk being further humbled by the Alpha would be a blow to her pride.
“I have nothing to say to you,” she said dismissively. But sat on the log and cast her gaze off in queit protest.
She knew she was wasting her efforts. If Kratos found humbling her worth his time but not providing her a responsibility, there was no reason for her to stay. Not good enough to be a part of something and not trusted to obey at a word, quick to be reprimanded and quick to be judged. She could not prove herself or she had nothing to prove and either frustrated her.
It was a confusing pattern, and that he took his second skin as if to intimidate or provoke her! He did not want to hear from her, he sought only reason to further humiliate and offend. She decided she must be better guarded in the future.
Quote from Mae on August 17, 2023, 7:37 pmKratos resumed his primal form and returned to cutting wood. There was no need for wood. Logan had provided enough. Why, then, was the alpha cutting wood? The answer was simple in of itself. There was something on his mind that had been there long before Logan came to make her confession and inquiry. Kratos was content to let Logan sit, but it was not humility he wanted from her. He had told her at other times that her pride had value to him, and wounding that pride seemed contrary to his purpose. Why, then, did he not dismiss her to nurse it back to strength?
One log after another fell to the Alpha's blows, increasing in size and thickness until his blows fell on logs as thick as the trunk of the tree. One strike, two strikes, threes strikes echoed into the woods before the log was divided asunder! Then, with wrath, Kratos cast the axe so fast and hard that it smote another tree and affixed itself deep into the living wood!
Kratos growled so deeply and so loudly that it sounded in of itself as if he were in his secondary form. He stood for several moment breathing hard, then he took to his second form and left the wood pile, the stump, the axe, and Logan without another word.
Kratos resumed his primal form and returned to cutting wood. There was no need for wood. Logan had provided enough. Why, then, was the alpha cutting wood? The answer was simple in of itself. There was something on his mind that had been there long before Logan came to make her confession and inquiry. Kratos was content to let Logan sit, but it was not humility he wanted from her. He had told her at other times that her pride had value to him, and wounding that pride seemed contrary to his purpose. Why, then, did he not dismiss her to nurse it back to strength?
One log after another fell to the Alpha's blows, increasing in size and thickness until his blows fell on logs as thick as the trunk of the tree. One strike, two strikes, threes strikes echoed into the woods before the log was divided asunder! Then, with wrath, Kratos cast the axe so fast and hard that it smote another tree and affixed itself deep into the living wood!
Kratos growled so deeply and so loudly that it sounded in of itself as if he were in his secondary form. He stood for several moment breathing hard, then he took to his second form and left the wood pile, the stump, the axe, and Logan without another word.
Quote from Adriana on August 17, 2023, 8:07 pmLogan stood when the axe was thrown, and she remained otherwise still, listening to the deep growl and watching Kratos' breathing. While she was not entirely without fear, there was also concern among other emotions.
She looked at the cabins behind her briefly, and towards the road to Zeit's cottage, then in the direction Kratos left in his fury... and followed the last.
Logan stood when the axe was thrown, and she remained otherwise still, listening to the deep growl and watching Kratos' breathing. While she was not entirely without fear, there was also concern among other emotions.
She looked at the cabins behind her briefly, and towards the road to Zeit's cottage, then in the direction Kratos left in his fury... and followed the last.
Quote from Mae on August 18, 2023, 2:42 pmThe great black werewolf traveled far and fast on paths known to him. He went by ways that challenged his mind and focus - over fallen trees, through ditches and under thickets, up long rocky slopes, and across precarious ledges. He never seemed to tire, though his movements became progressively less reckless. Perhaps it was all in an attempt to clear his mind, to bring himself back to center, and to escape to a place where he had honed control. Whatever the reason, he chose a hard path.
All while the great black werewolf climbed the mountain, he seemed unaware that Logan was behind him. When he came to the end of his journey, it was in a place both she and he would know; the sounding cave.
Kratos came up to the ledge and laid down on the smooth white rock that overlooked all the land south.
The great black werewolf traveled far and fast on paths known to him. He went by ways that challenged his mind and focus - over fallen trees, through ditches and under thickets, up long rocky slopes, and across precarious ledges. He never seemed to tire, though his movements became progressively less reckless. Perhaps it was all in an attempt to clear his mind, to bring himself back to center, and to escape to a place where he had honed control. Whatever the reason, he chose a hard path.
All while the great black werewolf climbed the mountain, he seemed unaware that Logan was behind him. When he came to the end of his journey, it was in a place both she and he would know; the sounding cave.
Kratos came up to the ledge and laid down on the smooth white rock that overlooked all the land south.
Quote from Adriana on August 18, 2023, 4:29 pmWith a steady, slow pace and sure foot, Logan followed quietly at some distance behind.
She didn't change forms, and the path Kratos took was all the more challenging in her human shape. Regardless, this was the shape she knew best. Kratos had once told her that her strength was not in her second skin, and he was right.
As she followed, she struggled greatly with the desire to turn back away. How easy it would be to turn back! Not only for her body now in this moment--for the journey up the mountain was difficult--but for her mind. How easy it would be to simply give in to basic instinct; to not be challenged, or not to have your way of thinking laid bare, only to then have it pressed and tested?
Logan knew well in her heart that if she did not face the Alpha now in his wrath, she would never again face him in his calmness. In spite of her pride, that was not a fate Logan was willing to accept.
The Alpha's way was hard. It meant to live as a warden to your own strength. Guarded, yet not in combat with oneself; for such a thing would destroy the spirit and body in turn.
Logan did not know what she would say when she faced him. She knew what she felt - and yet with no words to convey the emotions raging like a storm inside her, she was but a spear with no head, a bow with no arrow to it's string. Her thoughts, vast and turbulent, could not be summed up in her rudimentary vocabulary. She would try. She would try.
After what seemed to Logan like hours, she came to the place that they had been in recent days. She arrived some time after Kratos. Her feet met the smooth landing in utter silence, meanwhile her ears were filled with the sound of her own heart and that of her breath. Her legs and arms--raw in places with scrapes and cuts--throbbed and burned from the effort.
Yet on her two legs she had made it, and for whatever pain her body felt, her pride was somewhat recovered for the victory.
In silence she watched the Alpha from behind. She was looking at him, but her mind was cast elsewhere.
How many times had she uttered his name, and he responded in like? How often had he attended to her wounds and her tears with care and gentleness so contrary to his power? She recalled those moments of calm wherein his humanity was so apparent.
Logan contemplated this among so many other thoughts as she looked on. In respect, in admiration, in solemnity-at the man who first humbled himself to be their leader.
All these, and still something else lay close to the surface of Logan’s heart. Something just out of reach. Not anger. No, anger was the reaction, the first that she reached for.
And it was so easy to be angry. Why-what was it easy in contrast to?
“Kratos.”
With a steady, slow pace and sure foot, Logan followed quietly at some distance behind.
She didn't change forms, and the path Kratos took was all the more challenging in her human shape. Regardless, this was the shape she knew best. Kratos had once told her that her strength was not in her second skin, and he was right.
As she followed, she struggled greatly with the desire to turn back away. How easy it would be to turn back! Not only for her body now in this moment--for the journey up the mountain was difficult--but for her mind. How easy it would be to simply give in to basic instinct; to not be challenged, or not to have your way of thinking laid bare, only to then have it pressed and tested?
Logan knew well in her heart that if she did not face the Alpha now in his wrath, she would never again face him in his calmness. In spite of her pride, that was not a fate Logan was willing to accept.
The Alpha's way was hard. It meant to live as a warden to your own strength. Guarded, yet not in combat with oneself; for such a thing would destroy the spirit and body in turn.
Logan did not know what she would say when she faced him. She knew what she felt - and yet with no words to convey the emotions raging like a storm inside her, she was but a spear with no head, a bow with no arrow to it's string. Her thoughts, vast and turbulent, could not be summed up in her rudimentary vocabulary. She would try. She would try.
After what seemed to Logan like hours, she came to the place that they had been in recent days. She arrived some time after Kratos. Her feet met the smooth landing in utter silence, meanwhile her ears were filled with the sound of her own heart and that of her breath. Her legs and arms--raw in places with scrapes and cuts--throbbed and burned from the effort.
Yet on her two legs she had made it, and for whatever pain her body felt, her pride was somewhat recovered for the victory.
In silence she watched the Alpha from behind. She was looking at him, but her mind was cast elsewhere.
How many times had she uttered his name, and he responded in like? How often had he attended to her wounds and her tears with care and gentleness so contrary to his power? She recalled those moments of calm wherein his humanity was so apparent.
Logan contemplated this among so many other thoughts as she looked on. In respect, in admiration, in solemnity-at the man who first humbled himself to be their leader.
All these, and still something else lay close to the surface of Logan’s heart. Something just out of reach. Not anger. No, anger was the reaction, the first that she reached for.
And it was so easy to be angry. Why-what was it easy in contrast to?
“Kratos.”
Quote from Mae on August 24, 2023, 11:38 pmTears, to some, do not come as easily as anger that is born from the pain. But tears have a grace that only the wise understand, and Kratos let his fall as if he did not feel them on his face. He stared over the fields of Reknab Bend, the foothills of Phantom Mountain, the forest of Middlecrest, and the great winding river and saw none of it. His gaze was fixed on the hazy cityscape of Pinerich, that place he had once called his home. Silhouetted against the sky were its proud skyscrapers and robust towers.
By the time Logan reached the stone, Kratos' black face was dried and his wrath was cooled. He lay like a lion on the ledge, with his crimson hackles blown freely in the breeze and his tail curled around his hocks. His white-tipped ears turned back at the sound of Logan's voice.
"Yes, Logan?" He said, softly.
Tears, to some, do not come as easily as anger that is born from the pain. But tears have a grace that only the wise understand, and Kratos let his fall as if he did not feel them on his face. He stared over the fields of Reknab Bend, the foothills of Phantom Mountain, the forest of Middlecrest, and the great winding river and saw none of it. His gaze was fixed on the hazy cityscape of Pinerich, that place he had once called his home. Silhouetted against the sky were its proud skyscrapers and robust towers.
By the time Logan reached the stone, Kratos' black face was dried and his wrath was cooled. He lay like a lion on the ledge, with his crimson hackles blown freely in the breeze and his tail curled around his hocks. His white-tipped ears turned back at the sound of Logan's voice.
"Yes, Logan?" He said, softly.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2023, 12:12 pmLogan came to stand near the pillar etched and painted with creatures and symbols. She watched Kratos from her place beside it, and followed the direction his head seem to look; but the strange buildings that met her gaze had no meaning to her. What did they mean to Kratos? Maybe, someday, she would ask.
Logan was not profound with her words. It seemed there was scarcely anything she could say that would not ignite his anger. She had come all this way and announced herself, and now felt suspended-unwilling to leave but not entirely wanting to stay, for her lack of voice. She could not presume to know the full depths of Kratos' troubles and although she did not wish to be among them, it seemed every meeting carried with it some degree of conflict.
She sat down against the pillar on the side facing away from Kratos, and drew up a leg to rest her arm on.
"I am sorry. I can think of nothing to say," she said in earnest. "You did not give me leave. You wish to be alone?"
Logan came to stand near the pillar etched and painted with creatures and symbols. She watched Kratos from her place beside it, and followed the direction his head seem to look; but the strange buildings that met her gaze had no meaning to her. What did they mean to Kratos? Maybe, someday, she would ask.
Logan was not profound with her words. It seemed there was scarcely anything she could say that would not ignite his anger. She had come all this way and announced herself, and now felt suspended-unwilling to leave but not entirely wanting to stay, for her lack of voice. She could not presume to know the full depths of Kratos' troubles and although she did not wish to be among them, it seemed every meeting carried with it some degree of conflict.
She sat down against the pillar on the side facing away from Kratos, and drew up a leg to rest her arm on.
"I am sorry. I can think of nothing to say," she said in earnest. "You did not give me leave. You wish to be alone?"
Quote from Mae on August 25, 2023, 7:37 pmKratos' ears laid back against his head. He could not be angry at Logan for doing what she was told, and though a quick dismissal was surely all that was required, it was not all that was needed.
After several moments of silence, filled with naught but the wind in the trees and the cars moving through Reknab Bend, Kratos spoke.
"I made the decision many years ago to live without apology, to live unashamed." He said in a voice that was soft and calm. "But I have made mistakes. And I am sorry that I have made a mistake at your expense."
Kratos' ears laid back against his head. He could not be angry at Logan for doing what she was told, and though a quick dismissal was surely all that was required, it was not all that was needed.
After several moments of silence, filled with naught but the wind in the trees and the cars moving through Reknab Bend, Kratos spoke.
"I made the decision many years ago to live without apology, to live unashamed." He said in a voice that was soft and calm. "But I have made mistakes. And I am sorry that I have made a mistake at your expense."
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2023, 8:19 pmLogan was silent, letting the weight of Kratos's words sink in. She did not follow him expecting an apology. Nonetheless, it did her heart and soul well.
Allowing the silence to linger for some time, and enjoying the crisp breeze the mountain air brought with it, along with all of the smells that came up from the cavern, Logan was contemplative and solemn.
"It is forgiven, Kratos," she said, turning her head sideways. Still she could not see him from this vantage. "Zajtra je nový deň," she added, enunciating each word slowly, "That is, tomorrow is a new day."
Now she stood and came around the pillar, then slowly up beside Kratos, but she turned her head away. Did she laugh?
"I am in better shape than the tree," she said quietly, a small smirk at the corners of her mouth as she looked back towards the Alpha.
Logan was silent, letting the weight of Kratos's words sink in. She did not follow him expecting an apology. Nonetheless, it did her heart and soul well.
Allowing the silence to linger for some time, and enjoying the crisp breeze the mountain air brought with it, along with all of the smells that came up from the cavern, Logan was contemplative and solemn.
"It is forgiven, Kratos," she said, turning her head sideways. Still she could not see him from this vantage. "Zajtra je nový deň," she added, enunciating each word slowly, "That is, tomorrow is a new day."
Now she stood and came around the pillar, then slowly up beside Kratos, but she turned her head away. Did she laugh?
"I am in better shape than the tree," she said quietly, a small smirk at the corners of her mouth as she looked back towards the Alpha.
