KENSHIN
if I knew you were going to survive
I WOULD HAVE NEVER LET YOU FALL
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ITS A DREAM
"You must never show emotion. Cast your heart away and never allow it to return." His Master's words echoed in his ears. Of course... the rogue had thrown his emotions away, deeming them as useless, and eventually, all light faded from his glass portals. Blood suddenly colored the world as if it were a canvas. Brutal murders, quiet assassinations. Kenshin became a hired bounty hunter for whatever side of a war that could reward him in the best way. It did not matter where his payment was coming from... so long as he received it. It did not matter who he killed, so long as they were killed. Alas, the one time that his emotions came back in full force, loud and clear, was when the scar upon his palette had been engraved. The "x" was not carved by one that Kenshin could pull away from. Kershov had been too strong at that point in time to do so. Kenshin had been a revolting creature then, and had continued as such. And the monster still lingered under his skin, right there. Just waiting for the right moment to be released again. Or for the opening where it could take him over.
Seems that today was to be the day. In fact, it wasn't just a day. It was a whole entire week now that Kenshin had been falling. He would regain conciousness only every once in a while. And each time he "woke up," he was surrounded by dead animals whose wounds stunk of his own talons. It was revolting. He was covered in the scarlet stuff-- but he would lose his head again and again, unable to do anything about his violent actions. He was not in control of his own body, or his own thoughts. The last time he came to his sense, this monster was carrying a doe by her neck. She was still alive though her body had taken on massive amounts of injuries... a leg, both her eyes, and the lower half of her jaw had already been torn off. Obviously the killer was just doing these things for sport, as he did not eat or bother to hide any of the entrails that dragged along the terra firma. He would later crack her skull open, spill its contents and tear out each and every one of her organs. If she did not die from pain or blood loss, she would surely lose her life during the removal of her heart... Suddenly the demon's audettes flicked against his head and he raised his head, eyes scanning the snow-covered terrain. Those were not the eyes that Kenshin had vowed to keep five months ago. These were the eyes of one who had no heart. No emotions that he could call his own. Devoid. Dangerous. And the Kenshin that knew others, smiled towards others, knew exactly what had triggered this. The doe's neck cracked beneath increased pressure from his jowls...
Days later, he was still covered in blood. This time, it was not just any Lera. It was a Varg. And still he ran, fores pounding against the earth. Blood had soaked into his cloak so thickly now that his brindle markings took on the scarlet stain they had been drenched in. This was not was was the most disturbing, however. Kenshin had been in sunlight. He'd been in this state of mind for more than three weeks now. There were days where he wondered where he'd even been... he'd wake up in the cavern, and then he would recall his conciousness again on a pack's borders. Of which he would quickly turn and run from there, unsure of whether or not he had caused any harm. A classic Jekyl and Hyde condition... but it was not just a tale from a book now. Kenshin couldn't grasp himself. If he continued like this, his life would pass by... and he would break that vow he had made for himself... Now he was lingering in the woods close to a lake. Not that he had been thinking about washing himself from the varg and lera blood... but it was probably a good idea. He almost took a step out when... Kenshin! A voice jarred his thoughts, bringing the demon back to reality. ...Kenshin? Still drenched in dryed blood, the gargoyle looked up, his listeners twitching back and forth, russet portals scanning the area for wherever the voice had come from. It was familiar...a lone form by the shore. Kenshin's hackles bristled with anxiety. He couldn't. He shouldn't!
But he did. He broke the cover of the trees that he had taken to and moved towards her. After all, he had been called. But with his current condition, who knew what would happen. He spoke no word to her as he neared, blood still dripping to the terra firma. So... obviously it wasn't all dry yet. However, it definitely was not his own. Beneath the cover of crimson, there were no injuries on his body. It was merely from the numerous amount of kills that he had made... without his even knowing it. In the sunlight, it was clear that his physical condition was just fine-- but with all that blood... everywhere... he stayed far from her, stopping at least four yards and then seating himself. His eyes were blurry with exhaustion. Nevertheless, a smile was placed on his palette, gentle, soothing and warm. Would she run? Would she scream? Would she just stare? Whatever she did... Kenshin was 98% positive that it would hurt his current being. But before he could even look into her eyes, he felt himself falling. Gravity pulling him to the soil... his head collided against the tundra.
TO WHAT COLOR… AM I DYED?
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