dragonrazor
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There is a legend. In that legend, a man with nothing left to lose would lose himself to the demon that exists within all. Having nothing to live for, he fights any enemy, hoping that one will end the pain of his diminished existence. By submitting himself to the demon, he gains enormous strength, astonishing speed, unlimited power. But he also dies more and more inside as time goes on.
How many times can one heart break? Gregory Arnor asked himself that every time he thought back to the events of the day. He'd been dumped before, that was true. But this was the first time it had happened before even dating. He should have been happy she at least wanted to be friends with him. But he had lost the will. Everything changed at that moment. As he walked along, he got angrier and angrier. Not at her, no, that would be an affront to them both. No, his anger was directed at himself, at his flaws, at his weakness.
As the anger grew, so did something else. Something inside him, eating away at him. When a group of street punks stepped up to threaten him, with the intent of mugging him, something snapped. His eyes changed, turning red. His hair darkened, rising upwards, and in a flash, he'd attacked and demolished the group. He didn't take their lives. No, he hadn't lost that much yet. But what he had done felt good to him. As he walked away, the feeling started to die away, leaving him feeling hollow inside. It happened several more times that day, and when he went to bed, he had a dream.
In his dream, he stood in a world barren of anything. No, that wasn't true. As he looked, he saw the skeletal remains of...EVERYTHING. People, plants, animals, buildings. Nothing remained but blasted bones. As he looked down in the dream, he saw his reflection, but it wasn't him. His eyes were red, with some kind of markings glowing inside them. His hair was long and black, rising into the sky. His arms were thin, skeletal, and ended in claws. And from his back spread six massive black-feathered wings. But in his hands were the heads of those who had wronged him. At that moment, he screamed, and bolted upright, the dream vanishing.
He sat there, breathing heavily. He was lost, confused, and scared. He'd never seen anything like that, and he didn't want to. He blinked, as the morning sun filtered in through the window, and he finally realized where he was. He growled, then shook his head, and climbed out of bed. Getting ready for the day took moments. He didn't bother to shave, or shower, or wash his hair. He was too unnerved by what he saw, and too upset about the events of the previous day. He stepped out of his apartment, and wandered along in a daze. During the course of the day, he met, but barely noticed, a woman in her twenties, with closecropped pink hair, eyes the color of the forest, and a bright smile. As such, he didn't notice her when he saw her again later, but she noticed him.
As she snuck up behind him, he sighed, and put his head against the cool glass of a nearby building. When he heard her voice, he about jumped through the window. "Hi there. I'm Sakura. What's your name, and why ya feeling down in the dumps?"
OOC: looking for a Sakura...a bright, enthusiastic young woman with the aforementioned features (think Sakura from Naruto, and then add ten years).
How many times can one heart break? Gregory Arnor asked himself that every time he thought back to the events of the day. He'd been dumped before, that was true. But this was the first time it had happened before even dating. He should have been happy she at least wanted to be friends with him. But he had lost the will. Everything changed at that moment. As he walked along, he got angrier and angrier. Not at her, no, that would be an affront to them both. No, his anger was directed at himself, at his flaws, at his weakness.
As the anger grew, so did something else. Something inside him, eating away at him. When a group of street punks stepped up to threaten him, with the intent of mugging him, something snapped. His eyes changed, turning red. His hair darkened, rising upwards, and in a flash, he'd attacked and demolished the group. He didn't take their lives. No, he hadn't lost that much yet. But what he had done felt good to him. As he walked away, the feeling started to die away, leaving him feeling hollow inside. It happened several more times that day, and when he went to bed, he had a dream.
In his dream, he stood in a world barren of anything. No, that wasn't true. As he looked, he saw the skeletal remains of...EVERYTHING. People, plants, animals, buildings. Nothing remained but blasted bones. As he looked down in the dream, he saw his reflection, but it wasn't him. His eyes were red, with some kind of markings glowing inside them. His hair was long and black, rising into the sky. His arms were thin, skeletal, and ended in claws. And from his back spread six massive black-feathered wings. But in his hands were the heads of those who had wronged him. At that moment, he screamed, and bolted upright, the dream vanishing.
He sat there, breathing heavily. He was lost, confused, and scared. He'd never seen anything like that, and he didn't want to. He blinked, as the morning sun filtered in through the window, and he finally realized where he was. He growled, then shook his head, and climbed out of bed. Getting ready for the day took moments. He didn't bother to shave, or shower, or wash his hair. He was too unnerved by what he saw, and too upset about the events of the previous day. He stepped out of his apartment, and wandered along in a daze. During the course of the day, he met, but barely noticed, a woman in her twenties, with closecropped pink hair, eyes the color of the forest, and a bright smile. As such, he didn't notice her when he saw her again later, but she noticed him.
As she snuck up behind him, he sighed, and put his head against the cool glass of a nearby building. When he heard her voice, he about jumped through the window. "Hi there. I'm Sakura. What's your name, and why ya feeling down in the dumps?"
OOC: looking for a Sakura...a bright, enthusiastic young woman with the aforementioned features (think Sakura from Naruto, and then add ten years).