by The Kingpin » Fri May 21, 2010 9:40 pm
"Applying the things i was told is my achievement. but the ideas behind several things i can do, individual abilities, are the work of dozens of Raptors. other Lone Wolves" hissed Fatalis as he eyed the two...
"Fluffy, scaley, slimey, spikey...doesn't matter. if it keeps you alive, who cares?" hissed Hellfire as he followed the Raptor, his experience as a survivor showing through. life when one had lost it all, was a shallow one. sleep to hunt. hunt to kill. kill to eat. eat to live. that was the baseline code of survival; the only other thing that had kept him alive during the time he had strived for revenge. he found it amusing that, in the end, he had merely put himself through hardships for nothing. to become what he hated most, and in that, lose the strength to kill the one who had done it to him. the lines between good and evil, light and dark, benevolence and malevolence, had disintegrated in that moment. it was an event that had marked him forever...and one he would never allow himself to forget...regardless of how much he wished he could...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG