bewitching whispers
Aug 26, 2011 18:07:52 GMT -8
Post by くすり on Aug 26, 2011 18:07:52 GMT -8
[/color][/i][/div]"Charming demons sung praises of the end, speaking devilishly into my ears. Their hymns of the finest quality I had ever heard. Listening, I found myself enthralled as the voiced beckoned me, and I it..."
As I sat atop the building, my eyes followed the gusts sprinting throughout the great expanse of Kaze no kuni-the land of the winds. My sights were set far from my mundane home of Sunagakure, they were transfixed upon the howling of the wind. It whispered to me, but what it said I could not fathom. I could hear, yet not discern the smooth voice. I found myself kicking my legs that hung off the edge, my face painted with crooked smile. Most around these parts didn't like me, they said I was mad, like in a crazy sort of way, but I always laughed at their beliefs and dared to say it was them who might be a tad daffy.
I had always been on the inane side, never to have a purpose. I was like a lost soul without its vessel, destined to walk the earth blindly. What exactly was my calling in this world? Maybe the winds spoke of it, but sadly I had not an ear for their callings; however I could feel the pull, it was powerful-inescapable. With the sun heavily beating down upon me, I could feel my tan skin darkening, but I ignored it. Adjusting my positioning, I folded my legs Indian-style, my eyes still glued to the clumsy winds. I had probably been sitting idle for what could have been hours, just staring. That was until...
Until some other-worldly power pried my eyes from the horizon, shifting my gaze downwards to the city streets that bustled with life. I felt like ingenuity struck me. Not once but twice as such was lightning. Suddenly I followed the shape of my bottom lip with my tongue. The voice that called became somewhat clearer. Maybe I wasn't as inane as I once thought, maybe my goal was to be just what I already was. Things were boring and I could feel the itching coming. I needed excitement and what better than a new plaything? It'd been awhile since my last, but it was merely a pet-what happened to it though was a much more gruesome tale. What I desired now was something that'd entertain me. Was I wicked or even mad for what I was thinking?
Humans were perhaps the most interesting things ever created, that thought alone sent shivers rolling down my spine, my mouth went agape with a wide open smile. "I think it is time I played..." By play I wasn't too sure what I meant, whether it was torture, mockery, berating, or what have you, but one thing I did know. I was drawn to this idea. I felt coiled and strangled by it, so what if I'd be labeled a sadist, or even wicked, the world was twisted so why not another one for the records I thought. As nights shroud descended upon Sunagakure, blanketing the sky in black I was sure of myself now.
And so the search was on for that person.
I had always been on the inane side, never to have a purpose. I was like a lost soul without its vessel, destined to walk the earth blindly. What exactly was my calling in this world? Maybe the winds spoke of it, but sadly I had not an ear for their callings; however I could feel the pull, it was powerful-inescapable. With the sun heavily beating down upon me, I could feel my tan skin darkening, but I ignored it. Adjusting my positioning, I folded my legs Indian-style, my eyes still glued to the clumsy winds. I had probably been sitting idle for what could have been hours, just staring. That was until...
Until some other-worldly power pried my eyes from the horizon, shifting my gaze downwards to the city streets that bustled with life. I felt like ingenuity struck me. Not once but twice as such was lightning. Suddenly I followed the shape of my bottom lip with my tongue. The voice that called became somewhat clearer. Maybe I wasn't as inane as I once thought, maybe my goal was to be just what I already was. Things were boring and I could feel the itching coming. I needed excitement and what better than a new plaything? It'd been awhile since my last, but it was merely a pet-what happened to it though was a much more gruesome tale. What I desired now was something that'd entertain me. Was I wicked or even mad for what I was thinking?
Humans were perhaps the most interesting things ever created, that thought alone sent shivers rolling down my spine, my mouth went agape with a wide open smile. "I think it is time I played..." By play I wasn't too sure what I meant, whether it was torture, mockery, berating, or what have you, but one thing I did know. I was drawn to this idea. I felt coiled and strangled by it, so what if I'd be labeled a sadist, or even wicked, the world was twisted so why not another one for the records I thought. As nights shroud descended upon Sunagakure, blanketing the sky in black I was sure of myself now.
And so the search was on for that person.
