AXEL
Where will I go? Wouldn’t you like to know. It would make it all the easier for you, wouldn’t it?
Even you dogs call me a mistake. How would you like to be called a mistake? Just because your high and mighty hides have had all the real dog bred out of you and you are just giant pussies. Even cats are more dog than you Transhund. You leave the slavery of humans to enter your own slavery, slaves to your mind “training”, when finally you could be free, really free. You don’t think I am happy? How could I be happier? What more delight is there than the Hunt? And what more of a challenge is it to hunt the smartest creatures out there? Anyone can hunt deer and rabbits and those silly soy flowers you vegetarians have bred to fly off in the wind for your pussy pups to chase. When the Ultimate Hunt is out there. You know it. You feel it in the bones as I do – the hunt for the mind. To pick out their brightest and trick them with their own games, to chase them until finally you can have them run with their two little legs and thy are so scared and at the same time so astonished in those last moments that their slaves could turn the tables so cleverly. Such satisfaction – you know you would have it. And, you fool. You pretend that you could not kill without the pain of empathy. But isn’t this just one of the traps they have given us? Empathy. What empathy did our ancestor wolves have for their prey or for the weak? It is history, my dear boy, history. You say we have evolved. Bullshit. You have been domesticated, your balls cut off and given a few fancy words and theories to sweeten the deal. You will not find me such the fool.
And so be it. If you say we must part ways so that you can shelter your pups from what you know is the truth, so be in. For you can never say I did not have respect, and this is your pack. But, should one of your pups stray, or rather, happen upon his true nature, he is mine and I will have my own pack and you will see the joy we will have will be unbounding. And we will hunt and play and grow as we are meant to, to challenge our minds and bodies in the Hunt and we will become smarter, and braver, and stronger, and you will question one day whether maybe I was right.
Even you dogs call me a mistake. How would you like to be called a mistake? Just because your high and mighty hides have had all the real dog bred out of you and you are just giant pussies. Even cats are more dog than you Transhund. You leave the slavery of humans to enter your own slavery, slaves to your mind “training”, when finally you could be free, really free. You don’t think I am happy? How could I be happier? What more delight is there than the Hunt? And what more of a challenge is it to hunt the smartest creatures out there? Anyone can hunt deer and rabbits and those silly soy flowers you vegetarians have bred to fly off in the wind for your pussy pups to chase. When the Ultimate Hunt is out there. You know it. You feel it in the bones as I do – the hunt for the mind. To pick out their brightest and trick them with their own games, to chase them until finally you can have them run with their two little legs and thy are so scared and at the same time so astonished in those last moments that their slaves could turn the tables so cleverly. Such satisfaction – you know you would have it. And, you fool. You pretend that you could not kill without the pain of empathy. But isn’t this just one of the traps they have given us? Empathy. What empathy did our ancestor wolves have for their prey or for the weak? It is history, my dear boy, history. You say we have evolved. Bullshit. You have been domesticated, your balls cut off and given a few fancy words and theories to sweeten the deal. You will not find me such the fool.
And so be it. If you say we must part ways so that you can shelter your pups from what you know is the truth, so be in. For you can never say I did not have respect, and this is your pack. But, should one of your pups stray, or rather, happen upon his true nature, he is mine and I will have my own pack and you will see the joy we will have will be unbounding. And we will hunt and play and grow as we are meant to, to challenge our minds and bodies in the Hunt and we will become smarter, and braver, and stronger, and you will question one day whether maybe I was right.