Boiko: They're Called Kindred
Jul 4th, 2010 8:02 pm

They whine and complain they do nothing to help. And then they whine and complain they could not do anything even if it were asked.

They grumble with their secrets refusing to accept assistance, damning us all.

They muse and chitter chatters pretending they are wise and full of knowledge and wit of the coming nights, yet they do nothing themselves and ultimately suffer as well. Worthless and pathetic.

They sit there. Doing nothing. Pretending nothing will come. Expecting all others to do the work.

And them, they mutter to the others, complaining about that one but what have they done? What will they do?

Surprised? You shouldn't be.

They're called Kindred. A quality they share with mortal beings. Sad isn't it?