Full Circle
10-16-2014, 11:18 PM
Ooc;// I apologize ahead of time for where ever this post goes, but I'm not gunna fight it. I'ma just type. And probably cry fore the threads all done.
Nightcore - Monster DotEXE Remix
There where so many old notions in the world. Little points that where old as time itself. The brute knew this very well. He did now anyways. He had been young and foolish once. But that had come and gone. Among these notions was the concept of all conflicts being a circle. Of things resolving how they had opened. And by making it through hell, and coming around you made it to that conclusion. You made it full circle. Of course. A lot had changed sense then. A chain of events that no one could have foreseen. And down that chain where a lot of names. Names that would not fade from time. That thought brought a smile to the face of the brown male. You couldn't hide from time. You couldn't undo scars. No matter how far Zaratul, his grandfather, ran and how many he saved, he never drove Bolconine's name from his ears. Tyrants where scars across the face of the earth. And Scars didn't fade. One look at Newol's face proved that.
But Newol was a man now. He'd been young and foolish once. He'd been innocent too. But all that was stolen from him by a whim. And he'd been angry. And he'd been alone. And the two mixed together into something amazing. The once boy was now a man. It had pulled the Zaraidd out of him. Hunting and fishing and running and staying busy had changed him. Newol bore a layor of muscle that hadn't been there before. His powerful legs now toned and defined. Even the very way he walked showed this change. He walked like a man. Each step deliberate. Each motion fluid. His head held up. He'd let his rage burn inside of him like a fire. And that fire had forged him into what his now. He had a Destiny. He would rebuild Valhalla and set it atop a mountain and bellow at the top of his voice the words Never Say Die!
But locked away there was still the damage. There was always damage. Scars came from wounds, after all. And Newol's damage was that he'd been bitten by the flames. The same thing he hated, a tyrant, he had the ability to become. That was a lesson in time. A lesson he wanted to teach the would. A lesson in pain.
The sun was setting. Before, it had been rising. But that chapter was almost done. There was only one more thing left to be done. And so, the wolf made his way to a nice spot on the beach and settled into a seated position. His head still upright, and his tail settling over his paws. He faced out into the waters. It had been a long walk. But finally, he was here. Here against all odds. And against even his earliest teachings.
You are not a Savior. You Don't have to forgive.
Nightcore - Monster DotEXE Remix
There where so many old notions in the world. Little points that where old as time itself. The brute knew this very well. He did now anyways. He had been young and foolish once. But that had come and gone. Among these notions was the concept of all conflicts being a circle. Of things resolving how they had opened. And by making it through hell, and coming around you made it to that conclusion. You made it full circle. Of course. A lot had changed sense then. A chain of events that no one could have foreseen. And down that chain where a lot of names. Names that would not fade from time. That thought brought a smile to the face of the brown male. You couldn't hide from time. You couldn't undo scars. No matter how far Zaratul, his grandfather, ran and how many he saved, he never drove Bolconine's name from his ears. Tyrants where scars across the face of the earth. And Scars didn't fade. One look at Newol's face proved that.
But Newol was a man now. He'd been young and foolish once. He'd been innocent too. But all that was stolen from him by a whim. And he'd been angry. And he'd been alone. And the two mixed together into something amazing. The once boy was now a man. It had pulled the Zaraidd out of him. Hunting and fishing and running and staying busy had changed him. Newol bore a layor of muscle that hadn't been there before. His powerful legs now toned and defined. Even the very way he walked showed this change. He walked like a man. Each step deliberate. Each motion fluid. His head held up. He'd let his rage burn inside of him like a fire. And that fire had forged him into what his now. He had a Destiny. He would rebuild Valhalla and set it atop a mountain and bellow at the top of his voice the words Never Say Die!
But locked away there was still the damage. There was always damage. Scars came from wounds, after all. And Newol's damage was that he'd been bitten by the flames. The same thing he hated, a tyrant, he had the ability to become. That was a lesson in time. A lesson he wanted to teach the would. A lesson in pain.
The sun was setting. Before, it had been rising. But that chapter was almost done. There was only one more thing left to be done. And so, the wolf made his way to a nice spot on the beach and settled into a seated position. His head still upright, and his tail settling over his paws. He faced out into the waters. It had been a long walk. But finally, he was here. Here against all odds. And against even his earliest teachings.
You are not a Savior. You Don't have to forgive.
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