Post by Erek Blackmore on Aug 14, 2017 14:17:12 GMT -5
So the Hollow had a name, huh? Shinku-- he committed it to memory as his head fell back completely as he briefly heard the words filling the air. His mind was too addled to properly grasp the words said-- something about the soul-- ah, right-- that had been his initial motivation, hadn't it? Was it talking about letting itself eat it? It was too difficult for his mind to wrap around it at the moment-- blood loss was quickly forcing his body to its limit, but he couldn't lose consciousness. His regeneration was passive to a degree now, but it still required active thought for wounds like this-- he needed to focus--
Briefly, he felt the shift in the energy at the edge of his senses-- a rift forming as the Hollow slowly formed it, commenting that it wouldn't let him hurt "them" again-- a brief thought entered his mind, so it was intelligent enough to have bonds with its pets. That was unfortunate-- but at the same time, he had slaughtered men that he knew had families to go back to-- an enemy, in the end, was an enemy. It'd get no mercy out of him. His eyes slowly closed, and he forced his body and mind to calm-- a patrol would find him due to the commotion.
He felt her energy disappear, and that grin slowly faded from his lips-- the adrenaline beginning to die off, and his mind slowly beginning to return to normal-- what did this make him? He wasn't so foolish as to act like this side of him didn't exist-- he'd never noticed it to such a heavy extent-- but this was undeniable. What did that make him? Did he actually take pleasure in killing? Was he some fucking psychopath?
He was too tired to focus on such questions-- and despite himself, he felt his consciousness begin to slip, the pain beginning to fade-- only briefly hearing a call for assistance from someone approaching, and the stirring of reishi around him, before his mind settled into the darkness of unconsciousness.
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Briefly, he felt the shift in the energy at the edge of his senses-- a rift forming as the Hollow slowly formed it, commenting that it wouldn't let him hurt "them" again-- a brief thought entered his mind, so it was intelligent enough to have bonds with its pets. That was unfortunate-- but at the same time, he had slaughtered men that he knew had families to go back to-- an enemy, in the end, was an enemy. It'd get no mercy out of him. His eyes slowly closed, and he forced his body and mind to calm-- a patrol would find him due to the commotion.
He felt her energy disappear, and that grin slowly faded from his lips-- the adrenaline beginning to die off, and his mind slowly beginning to return to normal-- what did this make him? He wasn't so foolish as to act like this side of him didn't exist-- he'd never noticed it to such a heavy extent-- but this was undeniable. What did that make him? Did he actually take pleasure in killing? Was he some fucking psychopath?
He was too tired to focus on such questions-- and despite himself, he felt his consciousness begin to slip, the pain beginning to fade-- only briefly hearing a call for assistance from someone approaching, and the stirring of reishi around him, before his mind settled into the darkness of unconsciousness.
// Thread Exit.
Post Words: 346
Thread Words: 7,951
Total Thread GP: 159