10-15-2018, 02:51 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.4;"] ✠ Airin | Current Spirit Shape: Great Horned Owl | Currently Possessing: N/A |
Life. Death. Rebirth.
An endless cycle the natural world seemed to adhere to. It was necessary of course to keep some sort of balance, but sometimes, there were abnormalities and deviations. The very fact Tanglewood was having such a dire problem with ghosts and ghouls were one of such cases. Were they restless spirits still bound to the world? Or did they come back from the great beyond, wherever that could entail?
As it turned out, an individual being did not know which they belonged to, nor did they recall much. All it knew was it's name, and that… it was dead. Yet, it was still there. A great horned owl--albeit translucent and glowing a light blue--was perched onto a noticeable tree branch, within the border of Tanglewood, peering in. Would it find answers there?
Life. Death. Rebirth.
An endless cycle the natural world seemed to adhere to. It was necessary of course to keep some sort of balance, but sometimes, there were abnormalities and deviations. The very fact Tanglewood was having such a dire problem with ghosts and ghouls were one of such cases. Were they restless spirits still bound to the world? Or did they come back from the great beyond, wherever that could entail?
As it turned out, an individual being did not know which they belonged to, nor did they recall much. All it knew was it's name, and that… it was dead. Yet, it was still there. A great horned owl--albeit translucent and glowing a light blue--was perched onto a noticeable tree branch, within the border of Tanglewood, peering in. Would it find answers there?
[align=center][size=12pt]“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”