Who I Will Be

*Razo* · 01-03-2014, 06:31 PM

If i could just see it all - just like a fly on the wall
Would i be able to accept what i can't control?

The behemoth's scar's twinged as he walked. The pain would have made him proud, once. Now it was nothing more than a painful echo, and a reprimand. It had been a long night, the last time he'd slept at least, the kind that had the brute's mind in other places. He had had that dream again, the memory of his drowning. It was as awful as the first time, it always was. Razo shuddered, feeling the terror roll through his thick muscle. To stare into the maw of hell... He had forsaken his past, and his old ways, but that did not mean he was done earning scars. It was only that these ran deeper. The man was desolate, his aura a sharp contrast to the bounty around him. Fresh leaves had sprung up on the trees and filled the air with a heady, sharp scent. Small flowers, blue and pink, bloomed around his paws, ever defiant of the cold nights. Razo had not slept in two days, had not stopped to eat. He wasn't where he should be yet, even if he didn't know exactly where that was. His body was strong, though, and he knew he could go a few more days yet. But what was he supposed to do? You will do better, the horrible, cold voice echoed within his memory, and Razo winced away from it, his paws coming to a halt. He realized then that his paws were raw with wear, and his mind was no better. "Perhaps rest would suit me after all. Only for a moment, of course," he murmured to himself, eyes downcast, forlorn, as he sank to the ground.

"Speech"

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