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Re: Alexandra's Ranch (Termite)
For a bit it looked like Alex was questioning her own right to exist. And why not? She was nothing more than a mockery, after all. But Death had an answer, and when it finally came to light it Alex hard. The image of Gyuki and Ashlotte searching frantically for their lost rancher struck a rather deep chord within the dragoness, and when that scene shifted to show them returning to an abandoned ranch, time and neglect turning it into nothing more than ruins that would soon become graves, a rather vivid spark of life flared within Alex. It formed a voice, one wondering who the hell she thought she was to sit here moaning about her life. Didn't she give each of them a promise? Wasn't she going to make Gyuki the finest of warriors so she could find a truly worthy mate? Wasn't she going to hunt down Ashlotte's lost parts and restore not only her body but her soul to something that could truly exist on its own? Didn't Misao deserve the chance to earn her vengeance? And has she done anything to repay Baa for her willingness to do anything for Alex even when it meant putting herself into grave danger?
Was Alex's word truly so worthless?
At that Honor and Dignity rose. As baseless as they seemed those two ideal were the very foundations of Alex's soul. No matter how much of herself she may have lost they defined who she was, and seeing what she could cause had them rising in anger and leaving the woman silently cursing herself for being so pathetic. She knew she had to do better, or she would be shaming the very blood that ran in her veins.
With responsibility seeming to ground her back into a semblance of her former self Alex turned from the tableau before her just enough to glimpse at Death readying her scythe in finality. "There's no need for that." Her attention turned back toward the fates that lay waiting for her mamono, and after a second or two of close inspection she turned fully to face the deity. The melancholy she felt earlier remained, that much could be seen, but beyond that lay a sense of purpose. Alex refused to let either of her charges waste away, not before they'd had a chance to truly live, and if that was all the half-dragon could manage then she was determined to see it through.
(Refuse)
For a bit it looked like Alex was questioning her own right to exist. And why not? She was nothing more than a mockery, after all. But Death had an answer, and when it finally came to light it Alex hard. The image of Gyuki and Ashlotte searching frantically for their lost rancher struck a rather deep chord within the dragoness, and when that scene shifted to show them returning to an abandoned ranch, time and neglect turning it into nothing more than ruins that would soon become graves, a rather vivid spark of life flared within Alex. It formed a voice, one wondering who the hell she thought she was to sit here moaning about her life. Didn't she give each of them a promise? Wasn't she going to make Gyuki the finest of warriors so she could find a truly worthy mate? Wasn't she going to hunt down Ashlotte's lost parts and restore not only her body but her soul to something that could truly exist on its own? Didn't Misao deserve the chance to earn her vengeance? And has she done anything to repay Baa for her willingness to do anything for Alex even when it meant putting herself into grave danger?
Was Alex's word truly so worthless?
At that Honor and Dignity rose. As baseless as they seemed those two ideal were the very foundations of Alex's soul. No matter how much of herself she may have lost they defined who she was, and seeing what she could cause had them rising in anger and leaving the woman silently cursing herself for being so pathetic. She knew she had to do better, or she would be shaming the very blood that ran in her veins.
With responsibility seeming to ground her back into a semblance of her former self Alex turned from the tableau before her just enough to glimpse at Death readying her scythe in finality. "There's no need for that." Her attention turned back toward the fates that lay waiting for her mamono, and after a second or two of close inspection she turned fully to face the deity. The melancholy she felt earlier remained, that much could be seen, but beyond that lay a sense of purpose. Alex refused to let either of her charges waste away, not before they'd had a chance to truly live, and if that was all the half-dragon could manage then she was determined to see it through.
(Refuse)