11-24-2018, 03:54 PM
[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.
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.
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i'm living in vain, i never promised you a damn thing