12-16-2018, 01:55 AM
There was something soft there, tender and mushy under the thrum-thrall of a beating heart. Something living was not below mercy, would not befall the cruelty of unforgiving nature. Most seem unwise, or simply- ignorant that it is not nature that takes them so much as it is each other. Predator takes prey, predator takes predator. It is a law, an unspoken one: no society can hide the simple fact that they were all savage. Some cruel befuddle of of amalgamated niceties.
The name Sakasu was a joke, it was a laughable one: that often fell flat without the context- as most jokes. You needed some sort of... stage. A start to the joke, or the punchline would always fall flat. It wasn't his birth name, but it was one he earned none-the-less. It was a calling card, in consideration to the tongue twister he was known at well. the sakasu he was born from. Caged bars and looming scents of lingering blood, loud uproars laughter of cruel things who lauded their control over Sakasu: controlled Sakasu. Both the place and the being- the entity that now lay free. To claim the name that burned him, and he thusly burned to the ground.
But it had been generations since a tale as old had been told. A namesake such as these- an origin so softly sung in comparison to the orchestra that boomed across the din of the Elysium . Even in such a small clan as this: it was rare, and hard to find reason to talk about it- not that Sakasu would ever speak about it. Not here- not ever. it was, simply put a history. It's effects faded from center focus and the foundation- though crumbling: was thrown to the center-stage with a name like his. A reminder. A scar that never lingered but he elected to keep all the same.
- An introduction : Welcome to the Circus
The name Sakasu was a joke, it was a laughable one: that often fell flat without the context- as most jokes. You needed some sort of... stage. A start to the joke, or the punchline would always fall flat. It wasn't his birth name, but it was one he earned none-the-less. It was a calling card, in consideration to the tongue twister he was known at well. the sakasu he was born from. Caged bars and looming scents of lingering blood, loud uproars laughter of cruel things who lauded their control over Sakasu: controlled Sakasu. Both the place and the being- the entity that now lay free. To claim the name that burned him, and he thusly burned to the ground.
But it had been generations since a tale as old had been told. A namesake such as these- an origin so softly sung in comparison to the orchestra that boomed across the din of the Elysium . Even in such a small clan as this: it was rare, and hard to find reason to talk about it- not that Sakasu would ever speak about it. Not here- not ever. it was, simply put a history. It's effects faded from center focus and the foundation- though crumbling: was thrown to the center-stage with a name like his. A reminder. A scar that never lingered but he elected to keep all the same.
- An introduction : Welcome to the Circus
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