"I met a pacifist man decades ago, he questioned my fury and my zeal in destroying the enemies of the mother goddess, he judged me too violent and insane, I resisted the urge to crush his skull and heard his words further,He insisted that me and my sisters are instigators of violence, that the matriarchy is plagued by our behaviour, we are not the solution, we were the problem...I was stunned by such display of mediocre thinking.
I asked him if he ever been to a fight, in his own words he was too sheltered to ever be involved in a fight, I felt deep disdain for that man, a weakling coddled and sheltered from the real danger of this miserable world, its easy to call our methods savage when you never seen the enemy face to face, when you never understood the stakes of our situation...its easy to call me a maniac when you sleep soundly at night when I'm bleeding in the trenches, its the nature of weak intelectuals to lump all violence togheter in a basket of poor judgement.
I could explain to that man how we were the bastion against the violence perpetrated against our folk by unreasonable enemies, I could explain how violence is the only answer to violence or that once the enemy chose violence you can only chose between reacting or dying or I could explain how pacifism and complacency fester on a nation and only benefit evil...but I chose to crush his skull beteween my fingers.
Why?simple, by letting that man live I would be agreeing with his ideology, I would be a complacent agent festering weakness on my folk, he was proposing the extreme opinion of doubt over our actions, this is how the enemy wins, this how godless men raises to power, trough small acts of complacency of each of us, so I choosen to act, I chose to kill that man so his ideas dont fester, to make him an example of what happens to those who are too weak to understand and act, on that night I slept well knowing I chose to act."(Danadriel)
remake of a very old drawing
I asked him if he ever been to a fight, in his own words he was too sheltered to ever be involved in a fight, I felt deep disdain for that man, a weakling coddled and sheltered from the real danger of this miserable world, its easy to call our methods savage when you never seen the enemy face to face, when you never understood the stakes of our situation...its easy to call me a maniac when you sleep soundly at night when I'm bleeding in the trenches, its the nature of weak intelectuals to lump all violence togheter in a basket of poor judgement.
I could explain to that man how we were the bastion against the violence perpetrated against our folk by unreasonable enemies, I could explain how violence is the only answer to violence or that once the enemy chose violence you can only chose between reacting or dying or I could explain how pacifism and complacency fester on a nation and only benefit evil...but I chose to crush his skull beteween my fingers.
Why?simple, by letting that man live I would be agreeing with his ideology, I would be a complacent agent festering weakness on my folk, he was proposing the extreme opinion of doubt over our actions, this is how the enemy wins, this how godless men raises to power, trough small acts of complacency of each of us, so I choosen to act, I chose to kill that man so his ideas dont fester, to make him an example of what happens to those who are too weak to understand and act, on that night I slept well knowing I chose to act."(Danadriel)
remake of a very old drawing
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 2033 x 1812px
File Size 3.32 MB
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