GET A LITTLE CODEINE IN YOUR SYSTEM
07-18-2013, 02:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-18-2013, 06:02 PM by Jupiter I.)
Running through roots sunk deep within his conscience will forever be trust issues, fueling every rejection and wary action he will ever make in his life. His heart will forever clutch to his mother and his siblings, a part of them all tucked within himself and guarded with such ferocity that they will almost undoubtedly at some point be bruised by his tight grip. Derived from her essence, he will love his mother like no other and will vow that, when she grows old, he will defend her until his ownlast breath even if she uses her own to ward him away from it. Codeine will take her rigorous training to heart and will commit every last bit of advice to memory, desperately cherishing every praise she will ever lay upon him. All of this will churn under a sort of even professionalism that'll come into existence at the age of about three months old, his undying devotion glimpsed only in his early puphood. He will attempt to be the self-proclaimed father figure that they never --the over-protective man sitting on the porch with a shotgun when his siblings bring home a significant other; the one who warns his sister to "never see that boy again" and the one who cautions his brother to "not lay a hand upon her unless she wishes." Despite the fact that he will always be aware that he will mostly be met with snaps of "you are not my father" and other similar phrases but they will glance off of him, sliding off of his conscience as liquid glides from the feather of a water fowl. The man will always seek respect and a relative acknowledgement toward his assumed dominance from his siblings, at the very least, and though it will inwardly bother him if he does not receive it, he will merely be persistent in his insistence for such shows. When his paws grow quicker than the rest of his body, he will be a klutz in denial of his ability to trip on flat surfaces. His ego will grow before his body and before he will believe that he is the most sure-footed and swift creature whose paws ever graced and kissed the earth. He will see himself as the ultimate warrior before he even knows of the vital currents of blood in the less conspicuous areas of the body--before he knows that the wrists can be cut and that the tendons upon a hind leg can be ripped out to render a limb useless. In his youth he will brashly boast his prowess and will probably grow into his words, filling the gap between bluff and reality as he soars to be an elite combatant. His feelings will be communicated through the smallest of subtleties in his actions, his expressions taking the form of a one-way mirror in the sense that the only emotions he will project will be those personally perceived by those who look upon him. This will fall around his family, crumbling and failing to apply to them. An open book around his mother and siblings, he is never afraid of allowing how he feels to be known and it is another trait that will likely cause problems among his blood relations. |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.