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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 5, 2007 23:49:27 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
A physcotic smile spreads to my face as I feel the warmth of his blood on my hands.
' I warned you, '
I whisper, a crazed tone to my voice. My smile broadens as I dig the knife deeper, then yanking it out and disappearing. I watch the blood come from him, my muscles shaking with the urge to kill. The urge to taste the blood.
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 7, 2007 19:54:37 GMT -5
He growled at Kaze. Or maybe I did, I wasn't quite sure anymore. Me and the demon were beginning to merge, and thought seemed even scarier to me right now then facing death like I was.
The sword rose slowly, our eyes darting around the room, searching for even the hint of movement in the shadows. He didn't like this, and neither did I. Our body faded backward into the shadows, trying to gain cover from this invisible foe.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 13, 2007 16:21:02 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
' Did I scare you? ' I whisper, just behind his shoulder. I can smell the blood, and its making me crazy.
' Too bad. I thought this would be harder, ' I say, now directly in front of him.
' You ruined my fun. '
I disappear again, every sense alert to his movements. I can hear the raggedness of his breathing, of the pounding of his heart. And of the blood, the blood is ever-present. The scent of blood, the scent of my escaping sanity.
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 13, 2007 21:12:31 GMT -5
Not at all. We're just getting started, this is far from over.
We growled. Our chest heaved, eyes scanning the shadows. I could hear his thoughts in our head, his idea drifted through. A suggestion. I didn't want to give into him, but I knew that he was stronger then me. He was faster, and he had a better chance at defeating this madman.
We whispered under our breath, digging deep into the magic inside of me. The spell was hard for me to recite, because I hated it so much. It was a special one, reserved for only the worst conditions. It was Revival of the dead.
The grey wolf appeared at my call, fangs shown in his feral growl. He rose high in the shadows, his back half-way between our chest and hip. Pale, white eyes stared through the darkness.
Let me introduce you to Hogosha.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 14, 2007 0:19:22 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 mimic the wolf's growl, my face turned into a mirroring snarl. I slip ever further into the beast, into the monster of what I was. I switch knives with a silent fluidity, this time two blades that were nearly swords are in my hands.
' All the more fun for me, ' I say. But I do not go for the wolf. Instead, I hiss a spell under my breath, begin to call up the shadows around us and twist them to my will.
As the shadows weave and twist, I lunge for Kakashi again, aiming the knives for his throat from the behind.
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 14, 2007 15:07:39 GMT -5
Hogosha's head lifted, ears erect as he scanned the shadows. His head turned around, white eyes like beacons. They seemed to tear through me, but I pushed back the emotions for later. My survival, as well as the demons, depended on our cooperation.
Hogosha snarled, leaping toward us. I felt the touch of a blade cut my neck, the demon pulling me down to the earth as my wolf companion leaped over me, rows of sharp teeth eager to taste the blood of his master's attacker.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 17, 2007 19:18:54 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
The wolf slams into my chest, just as I smell the tangy scent of fresh blood. My hands come up, releasing the knife the bloodstained blade and guarding my face.
His teeth cut into my arm, tearing the mortal flesh from the bone. I don't let a sound of pain come from me, though. I will not show weakness to anyone, let alone someone trying to kill me.
My shadow arm goes for it's face, the claws aiming for the eyes. Instinct, is how I fight. Not training.
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 17, 2007 19:35:19 GMT -5
We watched the attack out of the corner of our eye, and I felt the demons pleasure at the sight of blood. But as the attack continued, I reached outward, gripping Hogosha's fur to pull him away from Kaze's attack. My arm stopped short, the demon struggling for control over the body. I screamed as we faded into the shadows, his dark laugh echoing in my head. We left Hogosha on his own, hiding in the darkness like cowards.
Hogosha closed his eyes, feeling the skin around them be torn to shreds. Blood rolled down his face, and he fell back, cutting into the stone with his claws in an attempt to gain footing on the crimson stones. He opened the white eyes carefully, unable to lift the left lid all the way. The white pupils peeked through, a crimson ring forming around them as the blood continued to drip. He lifted his lip, snarling angrily. Slowly, carefully, he circled, judging his opponent. What was the next move?
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 18, 2007 18:30:48 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 roll to my feet, blood dripping down my hands, the smell making me giddy. My muscles twitch as I keep my shoulders square with the wolf's pacing.
I pull my lip back, mimicking the wolf's snarl. I lift a finger to my mouth, licking the blood and letting the chills run down my spine. Further I plunge into the drakness, further into the insanity of my former.... self?
A laugh rips from my throat, scalding my vocals and making my pupils shrink. But I do not go for the wolf, and I do not give a hint to the pain in my arm.
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 18, 2007 19:23:27 GMT -5
Hogosha continued to snarl, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. His milky eyes bore into his opponent, trying to discern a weakness. Chest heaving, paws gripping the bloody ground, he paused.
On a whim, he leaped toward the wall, pushing off of it in the direction of Kaze. What other kind of attack could he make besides a frontal attack? Without me there to back him up with a spell, he was reduced to primal attacks. Teeth barred, he prepared to rip into the flesh of my assailant. What would it matter if he was killed? He was already dead.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 19, 2007 19:20:18 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
The wolf's fangs tear into my shoulder as he knocks me to the ground. I throw my strength upward, pushing him off of my and rolling to my feet. My right arm hangs uselessly at my side.
I stare at the wolf and pace around him, my left hand still clutching a knife. I press it to my shoulder to slow the bloodflow. I bear my teeth at him but do not attack, lest he finish my arm off.
Then I lunge for him, on the blinded side, my knife aimed for his ribs.
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 20, 2007 21:25:31 GMT -5
The knife found it's mark, cutting into his rubs and drawing blood. He cried out, pushing away and retreating to the shadows. The shadows swirled around him, concealing part of his tall form. He paused, sides bloodied by the attack, white eyes taring unblinkingly at his opponent. His abnormal strength was fading, I could feel it. I wanted so desperately to step from my hiding spot and give him guidance, just like I used to, but my demon held me back, drawing me deeper into.
Shinico morquetso.
I growled, fighting him. It was dark speech, something I had learned in the king's army. His reply echoed in my head, faded and weak. He had lost control, I could feel it now. My form solidified in the shadows, eyes closed to the world. I whispered more words, capturing his power within me. I could feel it flow through me, even the little he had left was enough the strengthen me. I had become the master, and with a smile to myself I lifted my blood red eyes, staring at Kaze. Just because the demon was no longer in control didn't mean I would be any weaker.
Moshecin hairn tounvil.
I said, unable to speak normally. I didn't know if he could speak dark speech, in fact I doubted it, but it didn't matter what taunts I threw at him, only how I killed him.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 23, 2007 18:21:50 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
' Rinkhal enthal geint '
I hiss in return, my breath forced from my lungs. I pull my lips back from my teeth in a bitter snarl. I begin to feel the pain, and it makes me take a step back. My face twists further and further from human and closer and closer to an animal.
My hand tightens on the knife, and were my arm mortal, my fingers would have been severed. It's all because of the pain, all because I'm trying to make it stop so that my mind is clear.
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 24, 2007 19:33:27 GMT -5
I breathed deeply, lifting my hand over Hogosha as if he was a puppet. In a way he was, he would do anything I asked, and I knew it. He would even die for me.
Deshengai norem kouregen jaren tu.
I growled, feeling power pulsing through my hands. I closed my hand, feeling the power collect in my fist. With another deep breath I lunged forward, attempting to slam my fist into Kaze's face as hard as I could. I knew the power in my fist hid a secret, sharp points like miniature knives on my knuckles.
Hogosha followed my example, leaping forward with his teeth open, ready for anything with me by his side.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Apr 25, 2007 18:20:33 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 leap backward, the spikes missing most of my face and slamming into my jaw and a sickening crack resounds in my ears. Grunting and cursing, I leap back, drawing another knife.
Hogosha slams into my chest, forcing me to the ground again. His teeth tear at the muscles of my chest, and I almost cry out. I aim the knives for his throat, for his face and for whatever I gat get the blades into.
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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