Mikhail Nikoli Dmitriv (mister_ink) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-02-17 07:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | fenrir, mikhail |
Wednesday 25/9/07
Who: Fenrir, Mikhail
When: Lunch
Where: Mikhail's Office
What: The wolves have a chat
All of the morning Mikhail had been going over what, and how, he wanted to say what he needed to. He would not lose his temper with Fenrir, nor would he get angry. This was promised toward himself and, silently, toward Sydni and the students. They were merely having a discussion of ethics, because that was what it was underneath it all. Two men lived by different rules. One conformed to the society in which he had been born into, the other resisted because he was better. Lycan's were not better, but they sure had enough going for them. Humans could not be so vicious with their own bare hands. They had base teeth that could not rip certain pieces of steak to shreds, much less flesh from bone without it being cooked just right.
Mikhail found that day he wasn't hungry, so he bit into an apple. There was irritation behind the action as he awaited for the other man to show up. When he arrived, he felt a little relieved. Part of him, sadly, had thought that Fenrir might not appear like promised. Pushing back in his chair and standing up, the one man greeted the other before taking his seat on the other side of the desk again. There were two chairs in front of it for his guest to choose from, a hand motioning for him to sit. Not relax, but sit.
"Fenrir," said Mikhail without pleasantries. They were not here for that. There was nothing pleasant, so thought the Russian, about this conversation. Really, deep within his heart, he hoped this whole thing was merely a misunderstanding. Sydni had not explained all of the story about how her fear had come to happen, only that it had. Mikhail wanted to know what in the world has possessed Fenrir to say such a frightening thing to someone who, clearly, did not enjoy sharing their lifestyle. Long since, way back when he was first changed, he had come to deal with it. Sure, it took a few failed suicide attempts to get him there, but when his mind was cleared and he realized he merely lived a different sort of life all would be well. Maybe he wasn't human, fine. Did that mean he couldn't live and enjoy life? No. Which was why he sat here, talking to Fenrir. He wanted to make sure not only he could enjoy his stay at this school, but Sydni and the students as well.
This had to have been a mistake. Mikhail really would have preferred to think better of people.
But this man was a little bizarre.
"I not sent by Ms Sydni. Want to hear story for self, talk about. Yes? Not argue or fight. Not needed." There could be friendship if only they got passed one another's differences. Maybe. But the last thing Mikhail wanted to do was have a fight and then, God forbid, something happen to Fenrir that took his life. The man didn't seem like he would just keel over and die, but you never knew.