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◜❝ BEGIN ANEW ❞ —- joining◞ - drachen - 11-23-2018
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; max-width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 10pt;"] fire. hellfire. the place which scorching flames and echoing wails of tortured souls had been the home of the hound created from demon lord’s will and insatiable desire for a child. one whose job set in stone with no freedom to divert from the direct path planned out for them to only satisfy the whims of one so unholy. so comes in the creation of a child of sharp glass and howling storms to the world of splintering bones and polluted tongues cackling orders of what shall be done. love nonexistent as independence was forced fed down newborn throat and made to swallow obediently, lingering misery by fresh weeping wounds as punishment if uncooperative of given duty. be the bearer of death. hunter of lost souls. collector of damned. a role taken in all seriousness. no chance to linger on the morality of what is considered good or bad– there is only the dead and the living. constant lesson taught to ensure responsibility was never forgotten, never questioned.
do what needs to be done.
a life soon to be accustomed to after shoved into a situation with no way out. carefully listen with rapt attention of targeted souls to know what should come of them, ensuring none were displeased in fear of intense torture of ignorance; accidental mistake subjecting to the worst types of torture sick minds could think of. the hound hadn’t gave much thought outside of the destined road paved in suffocating solitude and quaking bodies of something more. knowing the refreshing breath of clean opposed to clogged up air of bodily fluids of all types. gentle touch of caring family and supportive friends to a parent looking out for themselves and companions competitive to be the best of the best. a life void of the happy moments most were fortunate enough to experience– something to never know what was missing.
all work and no play. a cycle faced year after year, decade after decade, century after century, then eon after eon from that point. curiosity never tickled the creature spat from fire and brimstone, nor felt the urge to indulge in a feeling that would do nothing but harm. the path. he must remain steady, not allowing a single heartbeat to falter in this– this destiny and yet. . . each year added to the belt of vast knowledge and gained wisdom told him to veer off course. a second. a second is all to quench the horrid thirst dragged out from short observations of others. treacherous thoughts. impossible dreams. no. a second can’t be spared to dwell on a topic too easy to land in trouble lest sensitive flesh be torn piece by piece at sheer idiocy.
freedom is not an option. it is scorned and scoffed at with harsh jabs and sneering eyes at preposterous questions of having “freedom”. thus, the march to the beat of the drum continued.
yet, it festered beneath aching skin as each effort to remain on task slowly fell apart, molting old thoughts for newer ones, too eager to take in the different style come to live by. falling away from intended direction ushered since the day of creation and began to take delight in the smallest of things. cool breeze caressing neat fur each night he crawled from the depths of god’s basement, moon beaming its silver smile and bathing the land in beauty from its presence, a blazing candle moving in the buzzing darkness of area. the mindset of following the demands of corrupted beings starting to unshackle chained mind bit by bit, all too keen to run away from domain once labeled as home.
free will came at its own pace and took time to lead one too used to being controlled down the alley of steady self discovery. no longer blindly treading the world under too cruel whip of another, fearful of doing wrong, and moved with motivation to do it his way. baby steps to adapt in an unfamiliar setting and gratefully digested information offered by kind hearts and welcoming arms.
a name had been mulled over after some time of various interactions, speaking true name incomprehensible to mortal ears not knowing language of wretched demons. had come to like “vaughn” to be known as and donned chosen name in delighted pride. progress was slow but time didn’t raise concern for him in the slightest. the pace held no time crunch or matter of importance when it came to focusing on one self– for vaughn, at least.
journey across the land was a leisure taken to its fullest at this time. keen ears absorbing words spoken from many individuals of surrounding groups and the different atmosphere it held from what is already known by him. no harm in study the ways unfamiliar and could benefit him in the long run.
steps were casual across shifting sands beneath heavy feet while smooth ginger locks are stroked by soft hands of warm breeze dancing past, intense gaze of smoke and ash glide over sparkling sea as waves crash into shore. sharp features soften at the magnificent sight of the sun dipping down, seeming to allow itself be engulfed by the sea, as warm red and deep oranges painted once crystalline blue sky. he sighs barely above the calming music of the ocean, poised posture melting into a relaxed stance and brings back buzzed head to start upwards before eyes slide shut. a deep inhale and low exhale.
a simple second to appreciate the scenic view presented and unwind in that moment.
Re: ◜❝ BEGIN ANEW ❞ —- joining◞ - PEPPINO - 11-24-2018
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Despite the variety of creatures with individual origins roaming about -he could only think of the pair they so recently lost, their deaths inky smears he saw every time he closed his eyes- Pip did not believe in heaven or hell. He did not care to. Where he worked was here, on this- plane, or whatever they'd like to call it. He was concerned with life, not what happened after, which was outside his responsibilities. Pip's job was to keep people from meeting whatever awaited them too soon, but he could confess to worrying, to wondering what he was supposed to say to comfort those who lost their parents- or whoever. It wasn't as though Pip did not know the experience himself, but no death was ever the same. Did he tell them they were in a better place? Did he say they died peacefully, even when they clearly did not? Did he say it would be all right, when it wouldn't be for a long time?
Maybe the most he could do was offer support. How useful of him.
He had little else to do but continue as he had, with a few revisions. Pip was working on reaction time now, in between harvesting herbs across the territory. He timed himself from different locations, going distances he already knew the measurements of to better estimate speed, and he wasn't slow, but he could be faster. Should be faster, even if it was only by a second. So much could happen in the blink of an eye that he couldn't even dare to waste it.
If he'd found Junji and Luca earlier, he might have been able to do something, even if it was just to ease the way. Something more than arriving late to their bodies. Elijah and his siblings could have their parents still, if he'd managed better, but he couldn't change the past. Pip could only work to affect the future, and it was only terrible that they had to die for him to work as hard as he should have been.
Life went on, though. This was no exception, and Pip knew this much taller stranger was no Typhooner. It wasn't much of a deduction, really, and the young canine straightened up, adjusting his satchel as he approached on light paws, stopping a measured distance away. "Excuse me," he began politely, quietly, "may I help you with something?"
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Maybe the most he could do was offer support. How useful of him.
He had little else to do but continue as he had, with a few revisions. Pip was working on reaction time now, in between harvesting herbs across the territory. He timed himself from different locations, going distances he already knew the measurements of to better estimate speed, and he wasn't slow, but he could be faster. Should be faster, even if it was only by a second. So much could happen in the blink of an eye that he couldn't even dare to waste it.
If he'd found Junji and Luca earlier, he might have been able to do something, even if it was just to ease the way. Something more than arriving late to their bodies. Elijah and his siblings could have their parents still, if he'd managed better, but he couldn't change the past. Pip could only work to affect the future, and it was only terrible that they had to die for him to work as hard as he should have been.
Life went on, though. This was no exception, and Pip knew this much taller stranger was no Typhooner. It wasn't much of a deduction, really, and the young canine straightened up, adjusting his satchel as he approached on light paws, stopping a measured distance away. "Excuse me," he began politely, quietly, "may I help you with something?"
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Re: ◜❝ BEGIN ANEW ❞ —- joining◞ - drachen - 11-24-2018
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; max-width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 10pt;"] keeping those in the living world was much more of a chore after wearing down after so many years. some crumbling away after than one could take a single breath. death is unavoidable by most. a necessary cycle for rebirth. a way to show that no one lasted forever– not even fickle gods cackling and jeering at those viewed below them. but the emotion of grief for those who passed and burning question of what could i have better? is a foreign concept to the hellhound. finds it odd to get upset at a nature state of life and wonders why some take the blame of not being “enough” or there “in time”. such the way of life.
thoughts never occur about the family of lives taken and souls snatched while doing what he had been created for. no query of what would happen to the children of a mother selling her soul to better their lives or an ambitious son of a bitch in search of fame. all viewed as souls to be collected or directed in the right direction and nothing less. in the end they were all dead and ended up in the fiery damnation of hell or pristine plane of heaven. is there anything to give much thought about it?
. . . perhaps he should work on this. come to understand the feelings and views from others.
if vaughn had known the whirling emotions lingering inside the head of a child too young to witness such horrors yet would have advised to keep the chin up and forgive oneself for a situation out of mortal hands. dwell on the past for good times and treasured memories, not the sorrows and painful scenes that threaten to devour anyone whole. it’s okay. it’s the cycle of life. live and learn. even the most prepared beings still face hardships at unexpected times.
long ears swivel back from distance steps of some of a lighter body, remaining in place while small feet draw the stranger closer to the hellhound, head angles towards pip and an eye cracks open. brows twitch and give a slight pull up before falling down once the young male came to a stop not too far from vaughn.
"excuse me, may i help you with something?"
. . . him be helped? given assistance from one who had no clue who he was yet had enough caution to stay far from immediate reach. the eye open assessing the shorter canine closed and shoulders rolled beneath thick fur and releases a soft yawn. the creature blinks and fully shifts his attention back to child, eyes reminding him of when sky meets earth or inside a canyon on a pretty day. an air of death clinging onto the canine and has fleeting wonders before pushing them aside.
”mm, do you live here? does this place have a specific name?” vaughn speaks, low rumble of tone vibrating in his throat. best figure out if it’s better to stay on the island or move to a different location.
Re: ◜❝ BEGIN ANEW ❞ —- joining◞ - bubblegum - 11-24-2018
Re: ◜❝ BEGIN ANEW ❞ —- joining◞ - drachen - 11-26-2018
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; max-width: 55%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 10pt;"] not too long after the questions breathed into the air was the incoming steps of another to the scene. the dying light of the sun causes vaughn to cast one last look at the shining see and sinking sun, inhaling softly as a cooler breeze pranced across rapidly cooling sands. Head cranes to the side whilst ears twitch to get a better sense of who would arrive. someone else of small stature like the boy standing not too far from the fluffy ginger beast. same steps of purpose with the hint of lingering sadness too. the hounds feels the rugged shift of the air and comes to stand on his feet to whirl around to face the pup then looks behind in quiet anticipation.
”the typhoon.”
girl of golden hair and dark marks comes forth and states the name of the location. they typhoon. lips tug down in thought at such name. seems fitting and fits with the tropical island. of course, little regard had been given to an actual population residing in such a location far from main land. not crazy but it never came to mind when he did his job of hunting down troublesome spirits in the area a few hours ago. and in doing such job, the precautions for strangers had gone unnoticed from popping in and out of this plane of existence at random spots, something vaughn couldn’t help control.
sharp eyes noticed the closeness and long heartbeat of a look over the younger canine causes a brief exhale of a low hum. beneficial familial bonds were surreal in the eyes of one created from sharp glass and howling storms. a tilt of the head like a dog trying to hear its owner better stares at the pair. a passionate desire to experience flares up. to learn more about the ties of family that vastly differ from his own knowledge and experience.
”what brings you here?”
”collecting some souls after chasing them for awhile. not fully finished just yet,” he states, no sense of having to lie to the faces of those who couldn’t interfere. silence falls for a moment then a spark of realization tickles his senses. ”apologizes. my name is vaughn. would you mind if i stayed for a bit until i finish my job?”
Re: ◜❝ BEGIN ANEW ❞ —- joining◞ - bubblegum - 12-02-2018