The Broca Divide
Scent. Female. Close. Not just female. My mate.
Male. Not of me. Not of us. Near her. Wrong. She belongs to me.
There are many. None belong.
My mate. Danger. Must protect her. She is not strong enough. She is mine.
Male too close. His scent is crossed with hers. He is too close. Danger to my mate.
My mate. No other male can take her.
He is not of us. No son of mine. No right. No place. No status. Wrong.
Must defend. Above all else. Mine. I will hunt him. Fight him. Kill him. He has no right.
He is weak. He brings other males. All must die. She is mine.
He is not of my blood. He has no value. He will die.
His weakness. I will spill.
I will rip, tear, kill.
He is close. Too close.
Little time. Little effort. Speed.
Not just scent. He is here. Next to my mate. I see.
I call to her. Need her. Want her. He will die.
And still. He cheats. He lies. Makes as if to fight. But lies.
The others. I can take them. They are nothing.
My mate. Close. Need to touch. Need.
There are new tricks. New lies.
My body does not work.
Close. Where. I seek. I fail. I call.
Where is my clan? Where is my blood? My mate?
I fall. She is gone.
***
Even when it sleeps, I can feel the animal's presence in my mind. The sedative defiantly manages to subdue it a little; it lets me think clearly, if only for a brief moment in time. It is not like being possessed. The animal is me, well part of me. There is not 'It' and 'I', just both of us together.
To sense Janet like that and to feel SO strongly for her, even after the years we have been apart. I wonder if...
I cannot believe I even began to think like that. This is exactly why we stopped seeing each other, reasons made even more obvious by our current situation. Being in the same command structure as each other, hell we will be working together once this is over, it could never happen.
I do not think she realises what a danger that other part of me is to her at the moment. When I see her, I am driven wild. I know her only as my mate, the one I must protect. Mine. She is not mine, she can't be. We have our memories though.
Apart from my obviously vivid memories of our first time, there is one moment that sticks out more than the others.
Scent. Female. Close. Not just female. My mate.
Male. Not of me. Not of us. Near her. Wrong. She belongs to me.
There are many. None belong.
My mate. Danger. Must protect her. She is not strong enough. She is mine.
Male too close. His scent is crossed with hers. He is too close. Danger to my mate.
My mate. No other male can take her.
He is not of us. No son of mine. No right. No place. No status. Wrong.
Must defend. Above all else. Mine. I will hunt him. Fight him. Kill him. He has no right.
He is weak. He brings other males. All must die. She is mine.
He is not of my blood. He has no value. He will die.
His weakness. I will spill.
I will rip, tear, kill.
He is close. Too close.
Little time. Little effort. Speed.
Not just scent. He is here. Next to my mate. I see.
I call to her. Need her. Want her. He will die.
And still. He cheats. He lies. Makes as if to fight. But lies.
The others. I can take them. They are nothing.
My mate. Close. Need to touch. Need.
There are new tricks. New lies.
My body does not work.
Close. Where. I seek. I fail. I call.
Where is my clan? Where is my blood? My mate?
I fall. She is gone.
***
Even when it sleeps, I can feel the animal's presence in my mind. The sedative defiantly manages to subdue it a little; it lets me think clearly, if only for a brief moment in time. It is not like being possessed. The animal is me, well part of me. There is not 'It' and 'I', just both of us together.
To sense Janet like that and to feel SO strongly for her, even after the years we have been apart. I wonder if...
I cannot believe I even began to think like that. This is exactly why we stopped seeing each other, reasons made even more obvious by our current situation. Being in the same command structure as each other, hell we will be working together once this is over, it could never happen.
I do not think she realises what a danger that other part of me is to her at the moment. When I see her, I am driven wild. I know her only as my mate, the one I must protect. Mine. She is not mine, she can't be. We have our memories though.
Apart from my obviously vivid memories of our first time, there is one moment that sticks out more than the others.