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08-24-2015, 10:30 AM
The drums of war and their thunderous rhythms had finally ceased.
He had carried the sound in the back of his mind for as long as he could remember, yet out here where the sky was reflected upon the earth the pounding in the back of his skull was silenced. At first it had been a relief.
But in the absence of sound he found himself driven mad by his own thoughts. How long had he been wandering these flats? How long had he been trapped in this desolate waste? How many days had slipped away unnoticed? His imagination decided that perhaps he had been banished to purgatory by the True Gods, as punishment for his sins. Even he did not deny that he deserved it.
He had never been alone for such a long period of time, truthfully he doubted that he would ever see another living being again. And it was then that his own identity seemed stripped away. Like a snake shedding his skin he was anew; yet one in the same as he had always been. He had come all this way for redemption and how foolish it seemed now. There was no cure for what he had done, no words he could say to excuse his crimes. What he had done was unforgivable and he had sought to escape the guilt.
He had run from his past, yes, but he could not outrun the ghosts that would haunt his dreams for eternity. He could not escape his actions or who he had been, for he was a weapon of mass destruction, a blade forged by flame. He was the butcher's knife and his masters
The immortal let a sigh escape his pale lips, breathlessly uttering a prayer to whomever was listening for a sign that his quest for absolution wasn’t a forsaken one. He had all but given up when he cast his gaze to the rising sun, for surely what met his eyes was simply a mirage.
[ OOC: I am so rusty forgive me for the shortest of posts. For @Ultima ]
boy
sick and full of pride
all we do is drive
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