Kurai Extravaganza

A Matter of Conversation



Sometimes, I would love to strike without even blinking. Show my claws and slash. However, I am a human being and thus I have no claws. What I have is much more dangerous: words. It is the most deadly weapon one can posses. If used correctly, the damage which can be caused is endless. Physical wounds are nothing. One suffers only for a very small amount of time, then it disappears, visually, as well as from one?s memory. One whom uses her words wisely will be able to reach and destroy every target which she aims for.

 

One does not need to be strong, or have dangerous physical traits such as claws or fangs. Man has a poison far more deadly than anything to be found in nature. Of course it is lovely to be skilled in painting, or in singing but the ability to use your voice in a way that makes people obey you, adore you, fear you... it certainly is a marvelous thing.

 

One can be ever so plain, never getting much attention; as soon as she starts speaking, when something caused her to let go of her shy side, no one will every be able to see this silly, plain side of her; only noticing her words which cause her to seem a great Lady, such as Galadriel in Peter Jackson?s ?Lord of the Rings ? The fellowship of the Rings? film.

She must, however, never let her temperament get into the way of her goal. Anger is an ill advisor. It makes one wish to act rash, without thinking it over. It?s actions are primitive reactions. It is so much better to restrain yourself. Your revenge will be so much sweeter when you are calm, or you might actually decide that there are better ways of punishing someone. You might even let it pass because it would not be worth the effort anyway. Anger is too blunt. Actions which one undertakes when angry usually have the refinement of  an elephant in a porcelain-filled room. A lady-like revenge is much worse because it immediately creates a bust in one?s ego, even completely destroys it.

It may be hard to control yourself, but it is worth the effort.

And as for me? There have always been only two options: exploding because of anger, or becoming cold. Cold as ice .

As a child, I obviously exploded; bursting out in rage, as I had not yet learned the power control could bring me. Now, this may sound as if I am able to control myself nowadays; but that is not always true. At home, to the King and Queen or to the Knights, I still explode, but I?m learning to control myself a bit more. And towards others... well I certainly know better how to keep my anger down, although I do not always manage to hide it completely at the first moment. But I do often, still. I, too, have learned.

Just as I have learned to be calm when debating, and to use my bodylanguage in my purpose, I have also learned that coldness is much better than rage. And well, I am a Queen. It is only a small step towards being an Ice Queen .