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on 2007-11-15 02:44 am (UTC)Wolf at the Door 1/3
on 2007-11-18 11:01 am (UTC)Kouryuu finished his chores and stood looking at his master, violet eyes burning into the back of Koumyou ’s neck until finally the boy gathered the energy and whatever thoughts he required to speak.
“Is the story true, about the beast who ripped out throats for the sheer joy of mutilation?”
Koumyou sighed around his pipe. He had expected the question, and even the tone. It was not dubious, or incredulous. Simply curious. “It is not”
“I see. Thank you,” Kouryuu replied, and began to unfold his futon onto the floor.
“You should understand,” Koumyou continued, “that it was misunderstood.”
Kouryuu blinked up at his master. “But Jin said that it ripped out the throats of hundreds of children,” he said. He didn’t sound frightened, just curious. “That it was evil.”
“It was searching for itself,” Koumyou replied. “It needed to feel what it was that supposedly made it evil.”
“It made itself evil because it was evil, then?”
“It became evil because people made it out to be evil,” the man elaborated. “Perhaps I should start from the beginning”
Kouryuu nodded up at him, eyes wide. Koumyou sighed. “Alright, but you must go to sleep right after. It is late even for me to be up.”
Kouryuu considered that, and nodded. “Let me get your tea and then I’ll be in bed, and be asleep as soon as you’ve finished.”
Koumyou smiled slightly, and nodded. He had of course he had told his ward stories before. They served careful points. He didn’t recall having ever told the boy a bedtime story before. He settled himself at the small table in the center of the room, spinning the tale and the lesson together. A beginning and a middle. No end. It didn’t do to have an end to the stories.
This beast would have four legs, he decided as Kouryuu came back over, carefully carrying the hot water. He waited while the boy set down the water, carefully preparing the tea and handing it to him, and waited longer while Kouryuu slid between the layers of his futon, sitting cross-legged under the blanket portion.
“If you are prepared, I shall begin,” Koumyou said, ignoring the look from the boy that seemed to indicate that this was an explanation he was about to receive, not a Zen riddle.
“Many years ago,” Koumyou began, “there was a blind man who lived in the woods, high up on a mountain. Having outlived his family, he did not have the money to go to the village and take up residence there.”
Kouryuu seemed to realize that this was not going to be a short explanation, and shifted slightly, pulling his pillow behind his hips as a sort of rudimentary backrest. His eyes, however, never left his master’s face.
“One day, the old man was walking within the woods, when he heard a sound that put him in mind of an injured dog. Cautiously, he moved towards it and, as he got closer, the cloying scent of rotting flesh began to fill his nose. Cautiously, he used touch, smell, and hearing to paint the picture of a dead, rotting mother wolf, surrounded by the corpses of her litter.”
Kouryuu gazed up at him, “What killed them?”
Koumyou smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps a bear, or perhaps hunters, he could not see that far back with his limited senses. But the sound he’d heard had been from one of the pups, the only one to survive.
“Believing it to be the right, good thing to do, the old man picked up the pup and carried it carefully back to his cabin. There, he stroked his hands over it, uncovering its mysteries. It was injured, its head damaged.”
Kouryuu’s eyes narrowed, and although he did not say it loudly enough to interrupt the story, he muttered something about men and clubs under his breath. Koumyou simply continued the story.
“He treated the wounds as well as he could, taking care of the damage he could recognize, and miraculously the wolf began to heal. It became the man’s closest friend, staying by his side always, unless he went into the village. As they reached the border, the wolf would melt into the woods, and wait for his rescuer to return, so they could go back up the mountain together.”
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on 2007-11-18 11:03 am (UTC)“One day, the man asked for a few people from the town come to help him fix a window which had broken in a storm. As they neared the cabin, the wolf became agitated, pacing and growling, obviously frightened.”
Kouryuu nodded, as if a great mystery had been solved. “It was a human who had hurt him, wasn’t it?”
“Perhaps,” Koumyou replied. “Although it is simple to act irrationally without a reason. Either way, the man sensed his friend’s fear, and stroked the head of the wolf, whispering to it that it must not fear people. Yes, there was evil in the world, and sometimes you had to be cautious. But if you watched carefully enough, you could detect it.”
Koumyou paused, guessing his student might be ready to interrupt him again, and Kouryuu did not disappoint. “Can you?”
Koumyou simply smiled again. “Again, it is not of consequence. All that mattered is that the man thought it was true, and believed it enough to tell someone else. He went on to tell the wolf that you could tell a good person from a bad person by the way their voices worked, and the wolf took this to heart.”
Koumyou paused from his story to take a drink from the teacup at his side, and then continued. “A few years later the old man passed away, as the elderly often do. The wolf, confused, went into the village. He no longer had anyone to care for him, you see, and the old man had made him dependent on others.
“The people ran away in fear, searching out their weapons. They were afraid of the wolf, not understanding why such a large, supposedly savage beast would come from the mountains. It continued to haunt the edges of town, confused, and one day the villagers realized that the old man had not come down from his cabin for quite some time. They sent a group of men out to investigate.
“Of course, they found the corpse and, around it, the footprints of the wolf. They did not stop to examine the corpse, and simply assumed the wolf had killed the man. From that moment on, the wolf was evil. A man-killer.”
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on 2007-11-18 11:15 am (UTC)“So they began to hunt the wolf,” Koumyou continued. “Of course, the beast ran, hid, and watched from the shadows when it could. The men were talking, angrily, gesturing. One of them sounded different than the others, softer. ‘Certainly,’ the wolf thought, ‘this must be one of the good people my master talked about. I must figure out how his voice works.’”
Kouryuu was watching with narrowed eyes, already having guessed the next bit. "The beast took it literally?"
Koumyou nodded. “He had not the experience to understand it any other way. He attacked the man with the different voice, feeling the vibrations of his scream, and still not understanding the meaning.”
“So the wolf was a man-killer. He was responsible.”
“Oh, he was. He knew what life and death were, but he had also been told by someone he trusted that this was how truth worked. So he pressed on. Hiding in the shadows, he heard whispers about how the man with the different voice had been kind. He remembered his master telling him stories of kind women. When he tried to get to the voices of the women, he heard whispers about the evil beast that kills innocent women. He remembered that the blind man told him that children were the true innocents of the world, and so he tried to find answers in them.”
“But that’s stupid!” Kouryuu said vehemently.
Koumyou took a drag on his pipe and exhaled slowly, waiting long enough for Kouryuu to have time to think before he asked the question, “Is it?”
“The wolf was killing people just to figure out what a good person was, because an old, dead guy said that they sounded different. The people decided the wolf was evil. They made him evil. The old man made him...” the boy trailed off, suddenly confused.
“The blind man inadvertantly made him ‘violent’. The villagers made the wolf ‘evil’ by not bothering to check that he really had killed the blind man. The wolf made himself into a demon by becoming obsessed with his desire.”
“So whose fault was it?”
“They were all just living,” Koumyou replied. “and now the story is over, and you must sleep.”
Kouryuu made no objection, burrowing down under the futon and turning to face the wall.
After his charge had settled into the pillows, Koumyou stood and walked outside.
“Certainly you have better things to do than lurk outside people’s homes, Ukoku?” he murmured into the darkness.
“I couldn’t possibly resist the chance to hear such depressing stories. Although are stories about killer beasts really the best bedtime material for young boys?”
“He needs to know about such beasts.”
“Ah. And the wolf, did he ever find what he was searching for?” Ukoku asked, eyes bright under the moon.
Koumyou paused; exhaling smoke into the air and watching the tendrils float up and dissipate. “Of course he didn’t. The truth he wanted to find didn’t exist.”
Ukoku snorted. “Yes, it did. It existed in the screams of all those men, women and children he killed. He came closer to an answer each time he took a life.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. The man may not have said what the wolf thought, but the beast created his own truth from the words. The true merit of his kills was not their voices, but their lives."
“We create our own truths from the perspectives we take from what goes on around us.”
“Exactly. It is foolish to believe that anyone means what they say,” Ukoku said.
“Then one should never say what they mean, and instead speak around the matter. It’s easier to find a truth when it is in a fence of words, rather than when it is part of a forest of words”
“There is no truth, other than death. Even the dumb dog in your story was smart enough to figure that out,” Ukoku replied.
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps,” Ukoku repeated, drolly. “So how long before you create a wolf?”
Koumyou didn’t look at the man he still considered, for now, a friend. Instead he chose to star out past the treeline where the moon shone almost white in the sky. “I think I already have," he said. Unspoken, he would count himself lucky if he didn't create two.
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on 2007-11-19 09:44 am (UTC)and still not entirely certain what the etiquette on responding to feedback on these things isThank you.Re: Wolf at the Door 3/3
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