The little man was shaped by his priorities, brought to his last steps to follow them through. Maybe, it was because of who he was, or maybe it was because of his own perspective on life. The never-ending cycle of size and strength daunted him, teased him to where he could not go and who he could not love and tested his deemed value. The reflection of his own face, narrow and thin, in green, yellow, amber, brown let him know.
His family had not been little. He was not raised around little wolves like himself—their necks craned downwards and his upwards. Eyes ceased to meet. Touches were rough and threatening. Snap of teeth after flicked words, a certain look, a specific demeanor.
Large wolves did not know the little wolf’s struggle. Had big male meatballs ever need the touch of medical knowledge? Or was it their teeth that brought them respect? What good was tainted genetics without knowing which plants grew where? How to cultivate? How to blend and mix and apply and recover? How to twist words and stay far back, chin tucked and eyes ahead?
Little Igbo Black knew the weight on his shoulders, that others did not carry it. One may have dead parents, a lost path in life, but there was a certain lived experience with height and strength. Eyes traveled to meet one who stood on equal footing, on equal ground—not beneath them.
Only the little ones knew what it was like to be looked down upon in more ways than one.
Nose first, he emerged from the shadows of the trees, the lake spread before him. He was used to being eaten by his surroundings, but a fish was flapping its ways onto the lake’s shores—gasping in shock in a place it was not familiar with, thinking it knew it could breath here.
Stepping out from the tree’s silhouette, the picturesque scene condensed itself. The woman who followed Harlow, tiny and excited. Kaska, the foreigner. And the fish, wanting to be pushed back into the water for another chance.
Igbo said nothing, hard amber eyes stared. Rising with wraith, his tail shot straight out, tempting fully upwards. Black remained in place, by his lake.
Jun 10, 2018 09:28 PM — Post #8
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