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Fri Dec 26, 2014 11:28 am
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Artist: N/A - Song: Tokyo Ghoul OST, White Silence - Word Count: - 1371

That low ever seeking hum of sound, it comes so often that one must wonder, what brings it to being? It could resonate through halls and strike across the field of battle. But most of all it brings the end of the silence. It was the one true thing that struck fear into a monsters heart. It was a final whisper… before an eternity of missing sound. And one man was staring into the void, the endless existence of a predetermined fate looming over him. A man who’s skin now pale and torn crawled at the ideals that had taken him. Who’s faded hair, now a dark grayish red tint, sat over his eyes, moving with each breath he drew. For it was an un-ordinary and detrimental existence that this man had lead. And now the fates had caught him. Who was this man? Naught but a beast, a savage, an animal…. A Wolf…. No... a Lion.

Everything had stretched on for what seemed to be forever for Wolf. Everything he encountered and was put at the center of seemed to just, fall apart. He could remember back to everything that happened, the people he had encountered and the darkness of those he killed, or at least maimed a little. He thought of his squad and the men he once called his equals, all men and women capable of showing their true fangs. He had always seen himself as a monster yet here he was … thinking of those he cared about. Names rose to his mind like wildfire and his bony near meatless fingers strummed upon the arm rest of his little throne. He knew he’d failed each and every one of them; never would he give Eli the power he promised the girl, never would he get the one kid he respected more than any other free from all the hate he endured truly he had left gray to rot, never would he get the rematch he wanted from the truest of fighters, from white haired brat that was the only one of worth with that filthy yuudeshi name. Never would he be able to end the life of that which his hell created, the life that was Tora, nor would he see his child though he saw that more as a blessing to her than his curse. Everything he did seemed so worthless in comparison now, not the fight within the 6th division and his seeking for the power of youth, not the push he made saving what little soul the gotei had from the mad demon. Not the youth he had found to lead a new future … it was nothing anymore.

He was nothing anymore, just a withered shell sitting upon a throne of rubble within his barracks. Everything about the man was tattered and withered, but after months of just sitting there what was to be expected? He was thin… no anorexic was truly the word to use. His entire demeanor seemed to rub off as faded, sickly looking even. It was pathetic to see in his eyes, he was once a monster that subsided with terror. He was more than just the boogieman that others told stories of … he was truly the darkness that the boogieman feared. His eyes had always held the black abyss that turned to a truly inescapable gaze. His heart black and corrupted, how it still continued to beat was simply a mystery. But now all the fear and crushing corruption was wasted. He no longer was the feared, now he was simply a dying man ready to punch out. He didn't really feel pain anymore, and when he did it was barely anything. So even as he sat, his lungs expanding out and breaking all of his fragile ribs each time only to reform and do it all again, he knew it was almost time.

It had been months ago that his medication had worn off. Even his bankai in recent times couldn't stop the cancer from spreading. His own regeneration was nothing, no matter all the wounds it could heal … it could never save him. Though now it was worse, it tried to hold it back but every breath and movement drew the matter to try and repair other damage letting the disease run even further. Wolf knew already that soon it would take the core of his heart and extinguish everything he had. It was poison ready to end everything he was. After all he was never really part of the soul cycle anyway. When he died every bit of essence that essentially was once wolf would be nothing… It would simply be a body that once had a soul encased in it. What happened to that soul now that it had lost its catalyst? It would wither and forever be lost. Wolf liked to think that maybe he may reach that cell he longed for, that death may reclaim him and keep him. But Wolf also knew death had allowed his soul to be free, that it had given him the curse he now was dying from as well as the thing that prolonged his suffering. He was being punished in the only way known that could truly affect him. He thought to that one moment that he laughed at the ideal of eternal torment by death, he welcomed it, embraced it slowly became the amalgamation of it. So how do you punish that which coerces death? Make him beg for it. But he would never beg for he was the Wolf. His finger nails scraped against the worn old brick that was his armrest. Scratching through leaving lines of white, lasting scars he knew would hold forever.

Is this it? Is it nothing else? Don’t mock me coward! Come forth and look me in the eyes as I die, I want to see you stare into black and show that death is forever the true finality, that you are all there is ….. Just finish it, because I’m tired of waiting for a fuck like you to say you’re my better… your nothing.

Wolf stared into the eyes of a real darkness that stood before him. It was a corrupted existence that truly was beyond all, the real amalgamation of death. The figure offered its hand out to wolf almost as though it was telling him that the time had come. Wolf never moved he just stared at it, cocking his head and letting a scowl cross his face. Was this real? Or was it just a figment within his mind? It would be impossible to tell as truly only wolf could this …. And needless to say he wasn't ready to start squealing and screaming about it. He rose from his chair arms stretching out wide as he drew closer and closer to the figure. His bones shattered with every step, even stretching out broke him. As he walked he fell to his knee every part of his leg shattered, and the dark matter fixing it to slow to keep up. Wolf drew up on the broken leg, not letting it stop him. He kept walking ready to end it all right here right now. The darkness began forming within his hand and then began building the blade he once called fenrir. And as it formed every bit of matter cracking like lightning as it tried to pressure against its masters will. It was trying to heal him, to save him …. But wolf didn't care all he wanted was in front of him. But then it all ended, the matter stopped forming. It began dispersing completely as though it never existed. Wolf fell to the floor, unable to move as all his bones shattered. He lay there in front of the figure, his only reaction? It was laughter. He burst into laughter realizing it was truly over, the cancer was finally there. His heart began to give way as wolfs demonic grin licked across his lips one more time

Well that was one hell of a fucking ride, eh?........ Happy birthday Wolf


And it was over, The final blow out of the candles…. those words were all not the beginning and not another stop in the middle, they were the end.



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Sat Jan 24, 2015 11:23 am
[PLEASE PLAY THE POSTING MUSIC FOR THE DURATION OF THIS POST IN THE YOUTUBE BAR]



Artist: Röyksopp - Song: You Know I Have To Go - Word Count: 1546


The heavens were weeping a fierce storm as the skies of the Seireitei grew blacker than the night itself and bled seas of water down into the earth below it. The passing of Wolf Lionus's energy could have caused this fluctuation and thus alerted the Gotei Thirteen to this great man's passing. To which? Most of his Division's members were seen rushing to his sides screaming what had happened. Many wondered how this could happen, that a beast as fierce as The King of The Dark could have been done in by something such as cancer. It was a sickening feeling for them to endure when the likes of the Seireitei were already compromised enough following the blowout from Demonic Incursion. And now, with the death of Wolf, their supply of Captain-Level Shinigami grew even weaker and widened the gap between the strength the Thirteen Court Squads had against their enemies.

This whole year was a miserable pile of failures for the Soul Society, and this was just another to pile on to the list. So, it was with a solemn face that The Captain of Squad 11 had arrived to this devastating scene. With her indigo aura overflowing, this unleashing of spiritual energy was meant to mark The Devil-Shinigami's presence and force those in this creature's path to get out of the way. Thus, many of The Division EIghty members gave the woman her face as she stepped closer to the corpse that was once the fierce fire of life known as Wolf Lionus

With each step she took, the crowd got a better look at the impish figure of The Infamous Zaraki. Long amber hued hair, lavender shaded eyes and milky white skin were some of the key features of the woman's appearance. More footsteps followed and, as the female descended further into the crowd, her short and petite figure became more apparent. Standing at no more than five foot one, she was often considered the smallest of the current generation of Captains; yet her strength was no laughing matter, as her reiatsu alone was enough to make these men fall back.

Digressing from that sentiment, it seemed that today, unlike her usual attire, Ibiki was adorning a more traditional look. In fact, it was the standard Captain's attire that so many Division Thirteen members seemed to care less about these days. It was the infamous combination of a black kimono with a silver undergarment shown underneath. Brown sandals on her feet, and a white haori on her back with the division eleven logo on its middle point; she surely had the look down hard.

The only thing that was nonconforming was her Zanpakutō belt that was fasted with a firm grip around her waist. Attached to this belt were numerous series of chains; with three primary accessories that stood out on them. A purple sphere, a black triangle and a red triangle were what these appurtenances were and they were crucial parts of her Zanpakutō.

With that said, once her footsteps stop, the horns which stood out upon her head seemed to give off a deafening glow and then a low growl as she stared at the remains of Wolf Lionus before her very feet. Why did he have to die like this? Dammit, that one more objection towards her and Tsubasa's dream of reconstructing the Soul Society. But, more than that, as a fellow comrade, there was a pang of hurt within the Menacing Oni's heart as she got down on one knee and inspected the man's body further.

To lose yet another fellow in arms -- was heartbreaking. It may not make sense to the outsiders eyes, as the two never really had much interaction, but to Ibiki? To her -- it meant everything. Most shinigami whom were apart of the Thirteen Court Squads were what The Zaraki considered great allies, friends and almost -- family. It had been quite some centuries since she last had contact with her family, and it can be assumed, through her understanding, that whatever was left of them may have been vaporized in the wake of Demonic Incursion.

So, with those thoughts weighing on her conscious like a heavy dagger through the chest, The Captain began to let out a silent tear because, for all intents and purposes, seeing another Captain die was like watching a brother or sister pass away. If anything, they were the closest of all due to their rank, duties and commitment to ownership when it came to advancing the goals of the Gotei 13, enforcing the safety of the Soul Society and overall -- attempting to make this barren world somewhat better. They had flaws in the past, but if Ibiki had anything to say about it, the future of this organization was meant to make a turn around for the better and she couldn't do this task -- alone.

Thus, more tears fell before she out a heavy exhale and grabbed the stiffened body of The Lionus with her bare hands. Once this corpse was in her hands, The Zaraki would then slowly begin stand up in a firm stance in order to stare into the ashen skies above her. In that moment, her thoughts were as dead as the man in her arms, but she couldn't allow herself to get too consumed with despair or sadness. There was still the task of seeing to it that this man's legacy was put to rest in a dignified and respected matter.

As a result of these somber thoughts, The Captain would give a dispirited glance towards the gathering of Division Eight members behind her. In that glimpse of the eye, words were not needed to express the anguish of pain that had befallen them all. So, after such a dejected stare was given to all whom massed for the passing of Wolf, The Zaraki began to walk ever so slowly through the rain with his body in her hands.

With a quick nod of her head, she'd give a subtle motion for any of the men whom had assembled to follow. For, no matter what occurred, The Menacing Devil girl was going to walk through these barren lands; regardless of whether or not anyone tried to stop her. So, it was with a slow and steady pace that the Division Eight members pursued Ibiki as she took this quiet walk through their barracks.

Where was she going? Simple: the burial grounds of The Division Eight Sector.

After a few minutes passed, the air became frigid and damp; the rain pouring down harder than before on the skin across their backs. Yet, in spite of that, there was no reaction given to these men and nor The Captain they followed. For when they reached an opening in the grave sight, the deed was here to come.

Reaching an opening of grass for as far as the eye could see, The Menacing Devil saw fit to rest the body of The Division Eight Captain upon this hill. So, in one unleashing burst of her power, she crafted a rectangular hole in the ground. This feat, made possible for by her reiatsu's impacting strength, would make for a fine resting place for this weary man's lifeless body.

Ergo, The Zaraki then transferred a large and dense sum of her energy to coat the male's body. Why was that? Well, in this day and age, there were those who did not know better and had a tendency to grave rob those whom had passed. To prevent that, Ibiki decided to put forth her proficient knowledge of her powers to use. All in order to craft a barrier as strong as the Sekki-Sekki stone itself in order to protect Wolf's body. It would tether itself to the earth, suck in reishi from the ground and continue to grow stronger to prevent Wolf's place from ever being moved by grave-robbers.

Such a sickening thought, but the act was done and she could finally put the man to rest. So, with a gentle telekinetic pull, the body of Wolf slowly fell into the dark depths of his coffin. Never again to see the light of day or raise a single fist of defiance to fight. This was his last trip, and it was six under.

The rain eased, the air hushed and everything became still in those fleeting moments. Then, Ibiki closed her eyes and sealed the hole shut once the male reached his final resting place. Eternal sleep, endless dreams and infinite happiness were what The Zaraki wished for the man now that his life had been claimed by the disease.

To convey that further, she'd get on her knees, place her hands together as if she were praying and wish his spirit blessing towards the next life.

And, in one final whisper, she'd utter these last words for all to hear around the burial of Wolf Lionus:

"Farewell and good night, Wolf. May your soul be at ease now."

Leaning her head backwards, the eyes of The Zaraki became filled with shadows and a drops of tears hit the grave before nightfall consumed the area.

This was -- a dark day for the Gotei 13.





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Sat Jan 24, 2015 11:34 am
IT HAS COME TO END NOW

CHECKING THIS THREAD

TO GET THROUGH MY THREADS

Unless someone else is gonna chime in, I'm assuming this thread is finished. Ibiki wanted to put Wolf to rest out of respect for the man's character. So, depending on if whether another person wants to pay their respects, I figure the ground was pretty much covered in this short thread. I'll give it about a week, and if no one else replies, I'll lock it.

Rest in Peace, Mr.Wolf.





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