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Artist: Iuchi Maiko - Song: Hajimete no Kanji - Word Count: 1048
What trees make such fluttering sounds when the breeze blew by, and what made these animals so well-being to their enviroment. Animals, plants or even the human beings, they were no different no matter how 'different' they look, behave or how they run a system, that they would always hold a similarity to human beings in spite of how they do things in a different way but with obviously same intentions as what human beings do. The form of trust, the shape of an image, all but lies to build up false hopes and to be utterly crushed with absolute dissapointment from inside and outside, scars that can never heal even if you were to go into the afterlife, that is how actual reality works. They don't pity you, lend you a hand, give you miracles, no, all of them are just false hopes to keep you cheered up, and when you found out the truth, you would be crushed with dissapointment, until one turns into ashes and be scarred for eternity. Walking into the shades of the forest, there would stand a tall figure, which he stood about 6 feet tall in height while weighing almost in an unknown range, there was nothing else special about his height or weight, posessing altogether with a bright crimson red hair with a few aggressive characteristics that he has a pair of blood red eyes, as rumors running across the land, one direct eye contact from his eyes was enough to make one's heart to be stricken down by fear against the weak-willed, and overbearing them with weight as if the moon fell across their shoulders and crushing their spine like butter using their psychological view and twisting their mentality, which he utilizes them to utterly crush their perception and bears them with weight that never existed in the first place, it was just all to induce fear and mess with their perception abilities in reality. In either way, when it comes to clothes, he seems to always wear them in a bartender-style, although he is not one, though it does hold a slight similarity to one, but he does not hold any connections with them nor did he ever became 'apart' of them either way. Giving off a sense of mischief, his appearance is nothing more than an aggressive look to keep others off of his sight and out of danger if he were ever to snap from his calmness.
One of the most noticeable characteristics among of his own appearances was the underarm crutch beside him, considering that it was heard of it being a 'prototype' from his first version or it may be the original, though to his own knowledge, he had installed a backup battery in it in case of someone turning off his I.E.B.N device in chance, also known as International Electronic Brace Network, a device whirring and screeching with power on his right wrist, with wires connecting right into his internal structure and providing him power that keeps him alive, much like a robot that requires batteries to move, but his was more of a living machine than an actual robot. His crutch almost stood to the height about the level between his chest and the neck, fitting perfectly for his own height and being able to support his weight fairly easily like a feather, that the crutch itself was enough to blow off an oversized opponents that is hundred times bigger than him and would still be left unscathed by any damage. A creation made personally for himself, it is something worth making for his own life support along the lines of his own death that was dragging near during the Australia War. It was not something dissapointing, but an achievement for himself and leaving a room to fix his mistakes.
Keeping his stance onto the likes of the forest, he made a short pop to his neck before standing in the midst of these trees, to remind him of the holy destruction he made with these bare hands, the anger, the insanity, all surging into his well-being and conciousness where he would be driven to the core like a caged animal. He was not on the verge of being saved, this man was like someone who could not be saved by just lending out your hand. Eaten and devoured of the darkness, he was considered as a man 'beyond saving', and reached the level of a monster where the society would consider him as a 'bad guy', a 'villain' that should vanguish from the face of the earth, and that man, was typically, named Sou Yuuki, with an alias called The Nightmare because of his sarcastic personality he put up with over a long time before the Australia War even started. Rather infamous because of the destruction he created, he was like a changed man who was no longer straying in the path where he regretted in killing the innocents, driven by sadness, regret and isolation, he took them into his own world of insanity to hide these characteristics, and always ended up in consequences, a truly regrettable thing that is.
Standing with a blank expression, Sou radiates an aura that was enough to drive off average seated shinigamis and humans away from him when approached, with a rather high intent to kill, he never really held the hostility against his opponents and instead, straight up dealing with them with his brain and device processing more than a thousand methods of dealing with the likes of these people. Unlike any other superhumans, Sou does not possess any spiritual energy, that any beings specializes only in the areas of sensing spiritual energy would not have the slightest of chance to detect him, unless they are sharp to the point where they could sense nothing more than a drop of chi energy thst remains in his soul, corrupted with insanity and guilt, engulfed by darkness itself, he was a terrifying opponent to deal with. Still holding a prototype on his right shoulder, he soon jerked backwards, looking at the sky with not much an expression on his face, before sighing in dissapointment that he only came here for the purpose of sight-seeing, not going rampage to train himself. Indeed, it was a bad day to deal with.
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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Hit Hard [ PRIVATE ] Tue Sep 23, 2014 9:32 am
Artist: Bear McCreary - Song: The Lullaby - Word Count: - 1483
Every fall had ended with a crash, every shape monsters took they always retained their claws, and every time darkness was eloping to the shadows, encompassing all, there would always be a black figure waiting with his teeth sharpened and his blood dripping .... a wounded animal always came out fighting. But when two forces of destruction and butchers taking the rights of beasts collided death would always consume one, while the other was thrown back into the hate always searching for that one other true killer. And Wolf knew he was still searching, always trying to let himself lay within his casket and be put under the ground forever, maybe then he could sit within his cold cell once more and enjoy that "good death" he yearned for.
But right now he was set to suffer, the affliction he had dragged back from the murky waters with had been cutting away at him making the man ... less. It had been so long since wolf had felt anything less than strong but these days it was hard to even muster the puerile blood lust he once loved. Even when versing the mad demon or his old commander, wolf felt naught but a creeping darkness in him wanting to just kill them and be over with it.... he'd lost the joy from the kill and now was just hunting for the meat .... how primal.
It seemed so different for so long, he had fallen back to the way of isolation, his drinking and smoking being the release he took to numb the pain, even his pills would no longer quell the coming ailment his immunity to the medication had come and with it it seemed wolfs health was headed to hell itself.... killed by a disease, wasn't this just pathetic. Even now in his decline wolf still saw this curse as nothing more than a dull spot upon him, it tore at his systems ripping apart his body and forcing his matter to continually reform it anew but he cared little for the idea of becoming a weakling, he was a predator and hunting prey was his role in this world. And that is why he strode through this forest. He no longer seemed like the man he once was, his skin pale his deep crimson hair fading as the very core of the man seemed to go with it, he was changed. But one would know who he was immediately, the attire, they eye patch hell even the cigarette sitting in his mouth and bottle of booze wavering in his hand, he was the darkness that shed all light... he was wolf.
The very aura irradiating from him was clad in black, he was the darkness men had feared so long, the first line to death that one could truly envision. And this embodiment of death embraced the dark, becoming the one thing many had feared he had become the killer without intent, the first string of darkness waiting to be pulled from the thread .... he was a killer and a monster. But still he held that wire ready to cut it and render him the final darkness, the last unwavering hand of death always looking for the challenge. And now as he walked the clear liquid sliding down the back of his throat and his lungs filled with ash he was content. He was here for one purpose, not to achieve his dream nor to fix ties with this places city or the man who ran it, he was here for the last fading shadow that had strayed from its place, Sou Yuuki.
The world had labeled him as some sort of evil, a necessary bounty for all killers alike... but wolf wasn't like other killers. His mind contorted with the idea of a man with the twisted soul like his walking this earth, his intent was to find the one person who may have understood all that came from being the monster everyone saw. He had tracked him all the way from his hospital bed to here, this serene forest .... how he hated it, all the quiet all the light shimmering down could only further wolfs discontent. How could it be that everything was so peaceful when on the verge of this moment would be a storm gathering.
As wolf came into this clearing he could clearly see the deep red hue before him, the aura of strength exuding from this figure, his eyes casting off to the distance. All wolf could see though was himself, he too had taken to a point where he lost the way he saw things. This kid was more like the wolf than he could imagine even his title, the nightmare, how enthralling. The man however wasn't going to just observe forever no for as he stepped forth his smokes light dying out as it fell to the ground he'd let out the most faintest of "greetings." If this other man listened he would hear it plain as day ... humming ... the humming of a monster.
You're not a fucking easy person to find ya know that shit head? i will give ya something though, you must be one hell of a pure dick to invoke so much hate round the globe and i can respect that.... Death clings to you kid, like a bad fucking smell its rotten, but in the end its better to be under its weight then be the next cunt to feel it's wrath. I'm Wolf, you probably don't care, and i don't give a shit but when i find a killer and hand of darkness like myself i feel he deserves to know the name of death itself. So my only question is .. what are you EXACTLY "nightmare"
With these words his eye stared straight ahead his hand brushing his hair from his one good eye whilst his other hand drowned the man in the embrace of the sweet alcohol of his. The dark matter around the man would begin to cackle like a stream of lightning around him, with a very touch the air would become stagnant, stale, almost hard to breathe.... wolf was waiting.