Kaa, you are seven and the Gods of your people just told you they have given you unprecedented magical powers so that you will kill six immortals and nearly invulnerable beings to save the world by attempting to destroy humanity.
Bored shouldn’t the only adjective I can find to describe you right now. (oh, wait, no. You’re also mildly annoyed, because you have bigger problems than that.) (Kaa what am I ever going to do with you?)(Hope I never ever meet you that’s what I’m going to do)
Theme 14: Judgement
Once upon a time, Kaa decided to try that “morals” thing that everyone told her she lacked. So she learned, one by one, the rules of Right and Wrong. It was a long and difficult process. Right and Wrong seemed to change depending on where she was, who she talked to, the social position of the speaker and many other details. But after years of learning, she decided she understood morals well enough to go and see Drafhe, to show her she was Good now, and so they should be friends again and be together forever.
Drafhe, as it turned out, had found a lover, a human male, while her old nemesis was busy learning. Kaa knew that, according to morals, she had to be happy for Drafhe, and that she wasn’t allowed to kill the man and hang him to the nearest tree with his own bowels. Because showing jealousy wasn’t Right.
But one day, Kaa learned that the man was hurting Drafhe, using her for his own purpose, to earn money by making her perform like a trained animal. And this, this was Wrong. And when someone does something Wrong, you had to punish them. And then, she thought, Drafhe would love her, because she would realize that Kaa had morals now, that she did things that were Right, that she had saved her even.
So when Drafhe called her a murderer (once again) and swore to kill her (once again) Kaa didn’t understand (once again). Morals had failed her.
theme 12: Dead Wrong
It was obvious to all that Etjotaet had been dead wrong in her ideas of equality between respectable people and Story-Tellers. And because of that, there were many who thought it wrong that she wasn’t dead yet.
(Etjo my sweet baby…;3; )
I’m (not) Okay p01 (meaning yes, there should be at least another one)
I know there are people whose situation is far worse than mine, so I shouldn’t complain so much. But, well, I guess I need this anyway?
at some point last year, I thought it’d be interesting to do a small comic titled “I’m okay” that would show all the way in which I was, in fact, far from okay. I had to give up because at the time, I wasn’t sure why I always felt so bad about… everything.
I’m starting to understand though. So I might give this a chance, if I find the energy.
theme 18: Love
Drafhe didn’t like other changelings. The nice ones because they always died so quickly, their hearts breaking when they understood what they were and what sort of world this was. The not-so-nice ones because they always reminded her of Kaa.
But that mute boy was… different. Stupidly weak and sentimental, he seemed to like everyone he met, he was enthusiastic about everything he saw, he was impossibly happy at every act of kindness done to him. Drafhe had never seen anyone so absolutely, genuinely glad to be alive. It was fascinating. She soon found herself looking for his company, learning his sign language and even, sometimes, being actually nice to him.
No one said anything of course. No one ever said anything to her, they were all too scared of making her angry. And she wouldn’t understand on her own. It had been so long since she had cared for anyone. People died so quickly, or were a disappointment, better not to care, better to stay alone, caring was a weakness. Yet one day, while watching him talking with that awful human girl, laughing at some stupid thing that idiot had said, the mute boy looked impossibly perfect, and she smiled, thinking how she loved him.
And then the smile disappeared once she realized what she’d just thought.
“Oh, crap.”
About me
bienvenue dans un monde merveilleux de dessins moisis qui vous seront proposés avec une qualité d'image parfois douteuse.English spoken. Occasionally. The language of the post will depend entirely on my mood at the moment.
