Post by Tensai Jūgoya on Feb 8, 2010 18:46:07 GMT -5
[/size][/right][/color]A remnant I'm not
I'm the hope for salvation
Reality, how could one explain the conception that solely based on pure fraudulence? The act of living wasn’t to accept the understandable, but rather, to accept the oblivious. There was always two sides to a story, an ideal, a concept, why not life itself? Accepting everything for face value was imprudent, and the mortals and even the supernatural who believed in such idealisms were fated to be nothing more than another injudicious pawn in the chess-game of life. Tensai wouldn’t accept the everyday, his goal and ambitions wouldn’t allow it. He looked passed the façade of the standard, and ventured into the monarchy of entirely.
There, staring blankly unto the surface of the water ostensibly entranced in his own mirror image. The piercings that ran through his nose and other parts of his face stood immobile, as his orange hair swayed luminously in the cold breeze. The moon rested in the sky as a blanket of darkness covered the heavens; only allowing the diffuse glow of the evening stars to enlighten the forest that held the Demon-Blood pragmatist. The anomalous depiction of his demonized irises continued to gawk without direction, as if he was placed into a state of unconsciousness. However his steady breathing signified otherwise; what was the robed Demon doing in such a place?
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