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devland had always been taught that great things rose from humble beginnings. that saying had etched its way into the core of his being before he was old enough to truly understand the words. for a long while, he believed in that ideal; from the fire it built in him, he promised to forge a good path forward in life. however, when he was a bit younger and far more impressionable, he fell victim to promises of grander things by falling in with the wrong crowd.
his endless curiosity and fascination with the world around him had been tainted. the shy and sweet boy he had been known to be corroded into someone mischievous and fake. the lies of those he associated himself with fueled a different kind of fire within his soul — it was incredibly destructive, and devland fed the flame whenever possible. he learned how to lie, how to steal, and how to cheat. he distanced himself from what he had always known, and it surprised him how easily that could be done. his mother was gone away on business often, his father rarely found the time to supervise him, and his siblings were so much older they paid him no mind.
he found himself in trouble more often than out of it, but he did not particularly mind. there was a thrill to it, and it made his drab life exciting. consequences were always the furthest thing from his mind. of course, fate had a funny way of operating.
on one particular day, devland bit off more than he could chew. someone had been fed up with his actions for a while, and he last act was the catalyst for a terrible storm. his thievery cost the lives of several of his acquaintances, and devland managed to escape with his life (though he now sported a terrible shoulder injury as a permanent reminder). the rational portion of devland's mind told him to leave behind everything he had ever known, but a part of himself clung to what used to be his. in making his departure, he stole a small compass from his mother to help remember his family.
he spent two months utterly alone when he heard rumors about a place called the typhoon. the fear of still being hunted, hunger, and injury drove him to consider joining. he would never admit that the absence of others weighed heavily on his heart despite it being a large motivating factor.
so, devland chose to swallow a bit of his pride (at least long enough to join the group).
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devland had always been taught that great things rose from humble beginnings. that saying had etched its way into the core of his being before he was old enough to truly understand the words. for a long while, he believed in that ideal; from the fire it built in him, he promised to forge a good path forward in life. however, when he was a bit younger and far more impressionable, he fell victim to promises of grander things by falling in with the wrong crowd.
his endless curiosity and fascination with the world around him had been tainted. the shy and sweet boy he had been known to be corroded into someone mischievous and fake. the lies of those he associated himself with fueled a different kind of fire within his soul — it was incredibly destructive, and devland fed the flame whenever possible. he learned how to lie, how to steal, and how to cheat. he distanced himself from what he had always known, and it surprised him how easily that could be done. his mother was gone away on business often, his father rarely found the time to supervise him, and his siblings were so much older they paid him no mind.
he found himself in trouble more often than out of it, but he did not particularly mind. there was a thrill to it, and it made his drab life exciting. consequences were always the furthest thing from his mind. of course, fate had a funny way of operating.
on one particular day, devland bit off more than he could chew. someone had been fed up with his actions for a while, and he last act was the catalyst for a terrible storm. his thievery cost the lives of several of his acquaintances, and devland managed to escape with his life (though he now sported a terrible shoulder injury as a permanent reminder). the rational portion of devland's mind told him to leave behind everything he had ever known, but a part of himself clung to what used to be his. in making his departure, he stole a small compass from his mother to help remember his family.
he spent two months utterly alone when he heard rumors about a place called the typhoon. the fear of still being hunted, hunger, and injury drove him to consider joining. he would never admit that the absence of others weighed heavily on his heart despite it being a large motivating factor.
so, devland chose to swallow a bit of his pride (at least long enough to join the group).
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[glow=black,200,600]all of your flaws and all of my flaws[/glow]
devland taji / the typhoon / beta / tags / penned by redamancy
[glow=black,1,100]they lie there hand in hand