Post by Greer Tayler on Dec 18, 2011 20:49:04 GMT -5
Pain. That was all that called out to him. Pain. It was etched into his very soul. Pain. Screams in the night sky haunt him. Pain. It was all he knew.
"Wait, what are you doing?" The pain of having a knife forced through his gut. The searing sting of the serrated blade gliding his back again and again. The sadistic grin on the bastard's face as his crude blade traced down the male's arm, and with a harsh swing slicing off the hand. The cruel agony that rushed through the poor man's mind, even as at last his throat was slit, and he was left like some sort of animal to die. Yes, it was the pain he knew, the pain that was etched in his mind from that cruel night that was anything but calm.
/So this is how I'm going out hunh? Khhh, so unbecoming of an actress./ His last thoughts rang in his mind as slowly he bled out to death through the clotting wounds that none alone would have been deep enough to kill had his hand not been sliced off. Slowly the yellow-green eyes would lose their light, and vanish from that world.
Nights would pass as his lifeless form was eventually moved, leaving behind an unconscious soul with a severed soul chain. Through sun and rain that soul would rest there, unmoving, not waking even for a mere moment. He would remain there and probably would have been devoured had a shinigami not come. This shinigami would perform the konso on him, allowing his unconscious form to transcend from the world where humans dwelled and finally move on to the next life. The life where souls reigned, life in the soul society.
There as his form appeared in the soul society led by a black swallow-tailed butterfly, he would appear, leaning against the trunk of a tree in a lone wood just within the area west of seireitei known as district 8 of rukongai. As he rested there, scars would play across his skin where he had once been slashed, even his left hand had returned, appearing almost as if it had been sewn on again. As he rested there, the sun would slip in through the lush canopy leaves casting a sort of glow upon the male's pale skin, and the locks of crimson hair that drooped over his face in a wild fashion.
"Wait, what are you doing?" The pain of having a knife forced through his gut. The searing sting of the serrated blade gliding his back again and again. The sadistic grin on the bastard's face as his crude blade traced down the male's arm, and with a harsh swing slicing off the hand. The cruel agony that rushed through the poor man's mind, even as at last his throat was slit, and he was left like some sort of animal to die. Yes, it was the pain he knew, the pain that was etched in his mind from that cruel night that was anything but calm.
/So this is how I'm going out hunh? Khhh, so unbecoming of an actress./ His last thoughts rang in his mind as slowly he bled out to death through the clotting wounds that none alone would have been deep enough to kill had his hand not been sliced off. Slowly the yellow-green eyes would lose their light, and vanish from that world.
Nights would pass as his lifeless form was eventually moved, leaving behind an unconscious soul with a severed soul chain. Through sun and rain that soul would rest there, unmoving, not waking even for a mere moment. He would remain there and probably would have been devoured had a shinigami not come. This shinigami would perform the konso on him, allowing his unconscious form to transcend from the world where humans dwelled and finally move on to the next life. The life where souls reigned, life in the soul society.
There as his form appeared in the soul society led by a black swallow-tailed butterfly, he would appear, leaning against the trunk of a tree in a lone wood just within the area west of seireitei known as district 8 of rukongai. As he rested there, scars would play across his skin where he had once been slashed, even his left hand had returned, appearing almost as if it had been sewn on again. As he rested there, the sun would slip in through the lush canopy leaves casting a sort of glow upon the male's pale skin, and the locks of crimson hair that drooped over his face in a wild fashion.