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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Feb 17, 2007 15:54:30 GMT -5
=Born into emptiness= =Learn to be lonely, learn to find your world in darkness= =Who will be there for you?=
Because I have secrets of my own.
I, to my ultimate surprise, growled back, getting up from my seat again to stare Kaze down. If he thought he was going to intimidate me, he was dead wrong, and I meant that both figuratively and literally.
I reached up and clenched the hilt of my own sword, just in case. this night had been unpredictable so far, and I feared it might just get a little more bloody if things went the way I thought they were going. But, right then, I didn't really mind bloody all that much.
=Comfort and care for you?= =Learn to be lonely, learn to be your one companion= =Life can be lived, life can be loved a.l.o.n.e=
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Feb 17, 2007 20:27:29 GMT -5
What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face What would you do? (Oh, oh) What if I fell to the floor Couldn't take all this anymore What would you do, do, do?
I turned my eyes to him, and felt another feral noise in my chest. I lifted my knife, drawing the flat side of the cold steel down his cheek as I had done to Shiela. ' I could finish you in a second, ' I felt myself say. I had no heart in it. My voice sounded hollow to my ears, though the snarl added hositlity. I could already feel it... the rage was taking over. I was fighting a losing battle. Another life rested in my hands.
What if I wanted to fight Beg for the rest of my life What would you do? You say you wanted more What are you waiting for? I'm not running from you (from you)
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Feb 19, 2007 19:54:53 GMT -5
=Against my will I stand beside my own reflection= =It`s haunting how I cant seem to find myself again=
ooc: ((erm, wow, Kakashi gets pretty dark, doesn't he?))
It felt like a black sunrise, something dark was growing. I wasn't sure if it was Kaze, or if it was me, and I had the haunting feeling it might be me. My blade slowly inched out of it's sheath, unforgiving metal meeting daylight with cold indifference. I wasn't going to back down, not now or ever. If someone was going to take a step back, it would have to be the shade.
Like a shadow at the edge of my vision, an idea whispered to me dark thoughts, and with a swift motion I drew my sword, sliding backward and placing the blade on Kaze's shoulder. The metal glittered in the warm sunlight, defying the darkness which was steadily growing nearer. For a moment I thought it was my own imagination, that the shadow was nothing more then a dark thought, an illusion.
With wicked eyes I slowly lifted my head to look into Kaze's eyes, judging him. How scared was he? How confident? It didn't mater, any of it. It would all end the same. I wanted to see the crimson blood on my sword, I wanted to see the light leave his eyes. It was like a drug to me, something I couldn't live without. Someone had to die. It had started with my father, seeing him hanging from the ceiling. Something inside of me snapped at that point, so broken and twisted I continued on through life, every now and then taking a life to appease my inner demon. Oh yes, I had one of those, and every moment I stood, my blade still clean, it screamed inside of me, doing everything it could to gain my attention and take me over. And it was slowly succeeding.
My hand hurt, I could feel the power pulsing through it, tendrils of magic slipping through my veins, ripping through my flesh. In action didn't suite me, even if I rarely liked to do things. I needed blood.
Let's test that theory.
I whispered, eyes reflecting my blood-lust, even more with the blood red color they were slowly becoming.
=There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming= =Confusing what is real=
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Feb 21, 2007 19:57:20 GMT -5
What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face What would you do? (Oh, oh) What if I fell to the floor Couldn't take all this anymore What would you do, do, do?
Kakashi had offered the fight, and I was accepting. I let all my forces againt the rage fall, felt the pure power running through my veins. I shrugged off my coat, letting it fall to the ground, uncaring whether or not my... other aspect showed.
For a moment, it seemed like I had no left arm. There was something that looked like muscle, but wasn't. Something that looked like bone, but wasn't. And as my hard rose to clutch the blade of the sword, I didn't bleed, didn't feel pain, but there was a screeching in my brain. The shadow... it was alive. Not merely a lack of light, but a living thing in itself. The one thing I could relate to, that I could speak to.
I twisted my hand around, turning the sword and lifting it from my shoulder easily.
'Yes, let's test that theroy of mine, ' my voice speaks, disconnected with my body. It's almost like another being entirely, the way it spoke without my concious thought. But now, I had not concious though. All was reflex and instinct. The tone of my words is different as well. Deeper, icier, more filled with hatred. I sounded too much like Rayvhon for my comfort. But it was too late already; I'd given in to temptation. The temptation to kill.
What if I wanted to fight Beg for the rest of my life What would you do? You say you wanted more What are you waiting for? I'm not running from you (from you)
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Feb 21, 2007 20:38:28 GMT -5
=Against my will I stand beside my own reflection= =Its haunting how I cant seem to find myself again=
I drew back the sword, slipping slowly to the left, my blood red eyes ever focused on Kaze. I didn't fight now, I didn't feel the pain in my arm, the pounding in my head. I didn't notice the blood dripping down my arm, or the red stain it left behind. I didn't notice, because I couldn't. to me, life was a black void, an empty field with only the echoes of life to sustain me. There is more inside of me then meets the eye, there is a reason why I survived and the others did not.
I hope you don't expect to survive.
My voice was thin, like only the whisper of a greater power. But, I shouldn't call it my voice, it was his. He lifted my arm, reaching over and tearing off my gauntlet, revealing the mark to the light of day. Something inside of me told me that it burned, that it hurt, but he blocked it from my mind, blood filled eyes resting carefully on their rival.
Both of us are not what we seem to be.
He said, straitening my body from it's bent over posture, the sword drooping slowly to the earth, tracing a line in the dirt. For a moment I wanted to scream, to break through the invisible barrier, to destroy the black and the desolate, and to gain control, but he wouldn't let me.
Which should make this very interesting.
=There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming= =Confusing what is real=
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Feb 22, 2007 19:57:36 GMT -5
What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face What would you do? (Oh, oh) What if I fell to the floor Couldn't take all this anymore What would you do, do, do?
I heard the change in Kakashi's voice. And now... He sounded like me. Truthfully, that only made the andrealine run faster, the urge to kill beat through my head. The rage made me leap forward, far to eager seeming.
' Do you know what it is to die? ' I felt myself ask, though I was willing to say it. I wanted blood more than anything, if not for revenge than for the sheer rush of killing. It was more than a drug to me. It was necessary.
What if I wanted to fight Beg for the rest of my life What would you do? You say you wanted more What are you waiting for? I'm not running from you (from you)
ooc; because my muse has died.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Feb 22, 2007 20:33:06 GMT -5
=Against my will I stand beside my own reflection= =Its haunting how I can't seem to find myself again=
For a moment I felt the sadness that comes with other's death, the dark thoughts of ending your own life, the endless tears which fall like rain. I remembered the feeling of sorrow, of loosing loved ones, the taste of tears in my mouth. I remembered they were salty, and how wet my cheek felt afterward.
Remember the ones you love, voices whispered to me, slowly opening my eyes, drawing me back to a light I couldn't see, a life I didn't even want. Let Kaze run through, let him end it for me. Did I really know what death is? Did I really understand my own pain, my own... demon.
He'd never let it happen, though, and he told me as much as he pushed me back, blocked me out. My body was no longer mine, my voice was no more then a whisper in his ears, my cries a simple distraction. He would have his blood, he would taste his victory, and I would suffer for it.
I know what it is to kill.
He hissed, gripping the sword's hilt tightly. He wouldn't let go, he wouldn't give in, and as he lifted the blade to the light, watching morning's innocent rays break over the cold surface, he leaped forward, blade first. Eyes open, crimson orbs focused only on the prize, he waited to make his kill.
=There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming, confusing= =This lack of self control I fear is never ending=
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Feb 22, 2007 20:45:06 GMT -5
What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face What would you do? (Oh, oh) What if I fell to the floor Couldn't take all this anymore What would you do, do, do?
I had expected this, and leapt aside, but I felt the blade cut against my right shoulder. I rolled, twisting to my feet and moving to bring my knife across his back.
He had the advantage of distance, but I was fast. And I was angry.
' I didn't ask if you knew how to kill. I askd if you knew how to die. '
What if I wanted to fight Beg for the rest of my life What would you do? You say you wanted more What are you waiting for? I'm not running from you (from you)
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Feb 27, 2007 19:04:05 GMT -5
=Against my will I stand beside my own reflection= =Its haunting how I can’t seem to find myself again=
My apologies, but I don't think it really matters.
He growled back, feeling the blade cut his skin. He spun away, leaning forward and using his hand to stop his motion for a moment as he brought his sword back up. Twisting it quickly in his hand, he lunged forward again, a reckless move. Had he forgotten all the long hours I had spent, training and practicing with my sword? Perhaps he had.
Because when you die, you won't even care about this conversation, now will you?
=There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming, confusing= =This lack of self control I fear is never ending=
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Feb 27, 2007 19:54:56 GMT -5
What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face What would you do? (Oh, oh) What if I fell to the floor Couldn't take all this anymore What would you do, do, do?
' It depends on your definition of death.
I replied, maniacal glee in my voice as it cracked against the walls of the cave. This time, the sword cut my thigh as I leapt to the side, moving to slam my shoulder agianst his forcing him back into the darkness where I hed the upper hand.
It was a tactic that I used many times, without my knowing. A tactic anger forced upon me, brutish but it worked. After all, I leared to fight not from ancient training , but from instinct and meathods though uncouth by most.
What if I wanted to fight Beg for the rest of my life What would you do? You say you wanted more What are you waiting for? I'm not running from you (from you)
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Mar 2, 2007 21:05:12 GMT -5
=Against my will I stand beside my own reflection= =Its haunting how I can’t seem to find myself again=
I didn't bother to reply as I was pushed backward, back into the darkness. It surrounded me, encasing my body like a tomb, But, didn't he realize? This was the demon's element, this is where he could thrive, this is where he could... kill.
No!
Thank you for the help.
The demon growled, red eyes flashing dangerously. He lifted my hand, a flame flickering in the center.
You cannot touch me in these places.
He voiced, stepping back out of sight, shifting into the darkness like he was shadow himself, dragging me with him. I pushed, I screamed, I tried to break this spell of silence, of darkness, of the black which slowly drowned me. Just one speck of light is all I asked for, just one place where I could find my hope.
He ruled over me with an iron fist, pushing me back into my cage. the crimson eyes flashed once, and then they disappeared.
Strike me now.
=There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming, confusing= =This lack of self control I fear is never ending=
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 4, 2007 19:48:16 GMT -5
What if I wanted to break Laugh it all off in your face What would you do? (Oh, oh) What if I fell to the floor Couldn't take all this anymore What would you do, do, do?
' I know better than to do what your opponent says, '
my voice hisses more than before. I prepare a shadow-weaving, one much like the very arm on my side. I don't fight against my temper, the scent of my own blood won't allow that. But in my mind, I know that if I kill him, I will regret it.
What if I wanted to fight Beg for the rest of my life What would you do? You say you wanted more What are you waiting for? I'm not running from you (from you)
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Apr 4, 2007 20:00:04 GMT -5
He didn't know what was going to happen next, and the demon did like that feeling. Waiting on the edge of darkness, everything around us swirling like mist, we sat, watching, waiting, until the blood lust demanded its payment, until he decided it had been to long since the class of blades.
I wasn't sure who I wanted to win, this demon, or this shade. We were both equally screwed up it seemed, maybe a draw could in fact be the best ending. A draw where both lives ended.
He wouldn't allow those thoughts to penetrate his mind, pushing me further back and taking control of even more of my body. I wasn't sure if my body could handle the strain, the pull of his force, but it had held to far.
We erupted from the darkness, sword held high over my head, body falling forward, the momentum bringing the sword down, down, down until it hit its mark. If it hit its mark.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 5, 2007 18:23:15 GMT -5
The intention is clear, I stare, with this left hand, unable to be worded Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live ... And I discover words being so vivid and bright
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity
The Final
One by one it multiplies ... why be a sad bait?
Deep within the hell of my heart ... I can't go back A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow Suicide is the proof of life
I see him leap for me, see the bloodlust and the fight for control in his eyes. I move to leap back, away from the blade, but I move to slow. I feel myself cut down the center, ripped from the inside out. The white pain of the sword shatters all hope of my control over myself. I recoil, my arms pressed to my bleeding chest.
But it is going to take more than that to thwart me. Or to pay Kakashi's bloodlust.
Smiling morbidly, I laugh, a wicked laugh, not meant for the vocals of any man. I draw another knife, leaping for him with no regard for my personal safety, only for the want for blood pulsing in my veins.
Deep within the hell of my heart ... I can't go back A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow Suicide is the proof of life
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity
So I can't live What's lost can't be born again
A song that's not even seeking the proof of living Let's put an end ... The Final
Lets bloom flowers of attempted suicide.
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Post by Daemon [Naryae] on Apr 5, 2007 19:34:31 GMT -5
Blood. It splattered over my body, soaking into the clothes, staining my face, my hair. More.
To caught up in his victory, the demon didn't register the knife. To fascinated by the crimson stained sword, he didn't,bother to judge. There was a satisfying sound as the knife slid into my stomach, and deadly wound for sure.
That wasn't going to stop him, but it wasn't going to help him either. He might have been able to keep on living even with a wound like that, but my body was starting to fail, and now he had to keep the vessel and the mind bath under his control. I could feel the walls weakening, small cracks in his defense. Things were falling apart.
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