09-12-2020, 05:51 PM
Ezrakel Tsune
"It's as if he's haunting me, wanting me to break under his maddening presence."
The night was aging, with only a few more hours at most until dawn. Within his new home, Ezrakel found it impossible to sleep without the nightmares. Or were they flashbacks? it was hard to tell. The feelings were surreal - the wetness of his paws drenched in his blood, the image of him laying there, dead before him, the grieving of his mind shut down by the glory he felt. Just like before, when he did it.
He had been curled up, eyes wide open, staring at the wall across from him. He couldn't see him, but he could feel him staring. His breathing was ragged, uneven. Cautiously, he stood up, body heavy under the feeling. He dragged himself over and out of his house, slinking away into the night. He kept walking along the ruined land, tripping on things out of nowhere, getting his tail caught on nothing.
Soon enough he ended up on the beach, and he walked alongside it. Sand became rock and rock grew higher, becoming a cliff where the waves would crash. The cliff wasn't that high, only a few meters, but he felt uneasy, so he turned around and walked inland. He stopped at his house again, but walked away again. 'just like the other times..' he sighed quietly and found himself arriving at a rock pile. A flat rock sat upon the top, so he climbed.
Perching on the rather short pile, he stared out across the land. The feeling was again heavy on his mind. He did was he was supposed to, so why was he feeling this way? He didn't regret it, so why was the agony there, burning him like the sun was in his veins? He looked to the moon, the stars. They had to have an answer, right??
[member=1738]Stryker[/member]
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗