I'm trying to get a handle on the different points of view between Garou Breeds. I wrote this short scene about a Metis explaining to his Homid friend about the drawbacks of being in Homid form. I've been off base on a few things and want to see if the Metis' point of view is correct.
“It was slightly disappointing actually.” Alex signs.
“What?” Bobby sets down his soda can, confused. “You’ve been waiting your whole life for your first change and all you say is ‘it’s disappointing?’ It is good not to get angry at every little thing right?””
“I’ve lived with my rage for my entire life. I have no problems controlling it.” Alex frowns, wondering how to explain what he means to his friend. “There’s good things. I can walk around town now. I can meet people without them screaming in fear. The colors….” Alex looks around again and takes in the colors of the graffiti at the skate park. “You see colors so much better than Lupus or Metis.”
“But…” Bobby prompts.
“You don’t feel.” Alex’s hands pause as he considers what to say next. “When I am myself, I know exactly how I feel. I don’t have to think about it. I just know. But, now? I’m so disconnected from my emotions, sometimes I can’t tell until I’m myself again. “ Alex watches a kinfolk couple walk past. “My grandfather always wondered how Homids could work for years at a job they hated. 'Pentex makes them do such horrible things, how could they stand it?' I think they just don’t realize how they feel about their work. Homids sleepwalk through life and going through the motions without feeling. You can be so disconnected from your emotions, you can lie to yourself about how you feel. It’s probably why banes have an easy time corrupting Homids.”
Bobby takes a sip of his soda as he digests what Alex said. “That’s kind of deep, man.”
“Homid is good for thinking….” Alex smiles. “But food tastes bland in Homid. No wonder you drink that sugary shit all the time.”
“It was slightly disappointing actually.” Alex signs.
“What?” Bobby sets down his soda can, confused. “You’ve been waiting your whole life for your first change and all you say is ‘it’s disappointing?’ It is good not to get angry at every little thing right?””
“I’ve lived with my rage for my entire life. I have no problems controlling it.” Alex frowns, wondering how to explain what he means to his friend. “There’s good things. I can walk around town now. I can meet people without them screaming in fear. The colors….” Alex looks around again and takes in the colors of the graffiti at the skate park. “You see colors so much better than Lupus or Metis.”
“But…” Bobby prompts.
“You don’t feel.” Alex’s hands pause as he considers what to say next. “When I am myself, I know exactly how I feel. I don’t have to think about it. I just know. But, now? I’m so disconnected from my emotions, sometimes I can’t tell until I’m myself again. “ Alex watches a kinfolk couple walk past. “My grandfather always wondered how Homids could work for years at a job they hated. 'Pentex makes them do such horrible things, how could they stand it?' I think they just don’t realize how they feel about their work. Homids sleepwalk through life and going through the motions without feeling. You can be so disconnected from your emotions, you can lie to yourself about how you feel. It’s probably why banes have an easy time corrupting Homids.”
Bobby takes a sip of his soda as he digests what Alex said. “That’s kind of deep, man.”
“Homid is good for thinking….” Alex smiles. “But food tastes bland in Homid. No wonder you drink that sugary shit all the time.”
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