A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.

by as_pure_as_a_melody

Summary:

Chase knows a beast when he sees one. He hadn’t seen it in himself, when he was young. But that was all the more reason to help this little beast see himself clearly now, too.

Omi’s eyes glinted like the wild beast he was. Clawing. Biting. Snarling.

Chase saw him for who— for what he was. It was only a matter of time before the world bent to this small child.

It was a waste for him to settle with being some passed-over monk for the Xiaolin temple. To settle for limitation— mortal or moral.

To settle for playing at being human.

This little one had a beast, waiting to be unleashed.

It’d be a waste for Chase Young not to draw it out of him. Train it. Tame it.

As a fellow beast himself.

Notes:

It feels like I haven't written a proper 100-word drabble in ages. Jumping into Chase’s bias, dramatic perspective is very fun.