21.2.05
Reason and the Beast

Yeah, its a story, and this is Aaron letting you know im still alive


Reason was walking through the forest that she knew as her home. She had been through here many times, and she knew each tree fondly. This day, however, something was different. This day, Reason felt something foreboding, deep and powerful, pushing through the trees and the grounds. As she walked, the feeling erratically came to and fro, feeling close and real one minute, and the next being far away, and not even worth a second thought.

She came upon a clearing, which was a perfect circle where no trees grew, but the grass and the ground was as verdant as ever. She had never before, but knew the place that she had come upon. Her sister, Rhyme, often spoke of this place, where the trees did not block sight, the smell of flowers was strong and wonderful, and where the stones were smooth and flat, perfect for sitting and thinking. But today, Rhyme was not here, presumably in some other part of the lands, probably writing, drawing, or singing. Instead, in the center of the clearing, was the Animal.

The Animal is a something, or more accurately, a someone. This someone was something that Reason wasn't. It spoke no language but that of emotion, of love and hate, and it wore nothing but its skin and the grass-stained muddy hair on its head. Reason had seen and met the Animal before, but never like this. She remembered Rhyme telling her about a time when the Animal had been nothing like it was usually, as if disrupted and angry. Rhyme had at that time called the two identities that seemed to have surfaced the Beast and the Beauty. The Beauty was a creature of caring and sympathy, always seeming to be in a background, calm and tame. But the Beast was a creature of fear. It was shifty, as if a shadow that lurked around the corner was ready to jump, and to take him away. Reason saw these qualities in the Animal, and figured that this was the Beast.

The Beast was hunkered down in the clearing, watching Reason warily, but with only half of its attention. The other half was busy scanning and looking all around, as if the foreboding feeling that Reason felt was closer than it seemed, as if the ground itself might rise itself up and attack him. Reason, curious but careful, took a step fowards. In that instant, the foreboding feeling strengthened itself tenfold, and Reason felt that she could have reached out and touched it. When she took that step, the Beast took two backwards, widening the gap between the two.

Reason looked past the Beast, and was quite alarmed by what she saw. There, not one hundred paces off, sat the Wall. The Wall was not actually a wall, persay, more of a line. But to Reason, the line was quite as good as a wall, as it was a line that she had never crossed, and quite well thought that even if she had the desire, she could not cross. Therefore, to her, it was the Wall, and not the Line. To the Beast, however, the line was not the same as Reason's wall. To him, it denoted a safe place, somewhere where he could go, and nothing could touch him there. So he, if he could speak, would probably argue with Reason that it was indeed not a Wall, but a Line. This point is null, due to the fact that if he could speak, he too would probably see the Line as a Wall. All this is beside the point, however, as the important thing is that if the Beast crossed the Wall, then Reason knew that she would not see the beast again for a very long time, if ever, and to her, the feeling that had been annoying her would probably never go away.

So Reason sat on one of the flat, smooth rocks, that were perfect for sitting upon and thinking. As she did so, the Beast started to stare at her. Reason had nothing else to do, so she followed his stare, and it burrowed deep within her, heading for the heart. She saw the stare, and was close behind it as it carelessly tossed aside her reason and logic, and was right next to it when it hit her deepest being, and when she saw that, she recoiled in fright. Reason had always prided herself on just that, her reason, and what was uncovered really scared her. As soon as she realized that, the Beast, who had come slightly closer during the stare, turned and bolted for the Wall. Reason had half a mind to go after it, but did not, as the other and stronger half was too surprised at discovering it had another half, that within herself she wasn't what she really though she was. She had seen, that deep inside, under all the thinking, and complex language, she was really an Animal too, with a Beast and a Beauty all of her own.

-Aaron

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# credits
picture by jo.
layout by roxy_belle.