'Roision.'
People like you always try to tame the beast. You force your morals, your ethics, your culture, and yourselves on us. You're so condescending and rude; a true ass.
Our people are different, and they always will be. But, maybe, that's the problem your people see: we're not like you. We're feral, we're strong. We're brutal, we're fierce. You're tame, you're emotional. You're merciful, you're caring. The differences are obvious, but why must your people try?
I looked up from the fire's orange and red flames to Dulcius. 'What?'
You and I are complete opposites. You were sheltered from the world, and I was thrown into the worst of it. I was raised to be strong and apathetic, the devil's beast. You were raised to be kind and caring, the vates ad vitam aeternam.
He smiled and said, 'Please don't ever change.'
Yet you never tried to change who I am.
I smirked. 'I'll do what I want.'
And he just smiled even more. 'Thanks.'
Ab Initio
Roision is pronounced as roh-sheen. Vateos ad vitam aeternam means 'prophet for eternal life' in Latin. Thank you for reading~Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
