Post by Ko-Inu (Puppy) on May 16, 2009 10:26:16 GMT -7
Another summers day, has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome, but I want to go home. oohh let me go home
The song comforted him slightly in his time of great need for some sort of comfort. He'd been walking for days and there was no hind nor hair of his friend's parents. He was going to die out there and he was sure of it by now. He didn't know how to defend himself, weird things were happening to his body and he kept fluctuating in power. He became like a calling beckon for all sorts of things. He'd come across many, and lost most of his modern clothes to talons and fangs as he pushed his way through the forest. He been warned before that he wasn't stronger than a demon, he'd been warned before that he couldn't do it on his own.
Yet here he was parading through the forest like the boob that he was, he was placing a big bright bulls eye on his head and walking into the archery range, hoping to be fast enough to keep himself safe. Yeah, right, he was using that brain of his to get himself into the line of fire just long enough to die. He had cut through the forest only about an hour ago hoping to cut through to another road. He had been wrong, of course, he probably was three miles away from where he wanted to be. He could turn around, but where ever he'd been was probably crawling with things that wanted to find the calling beckon. So he kept moving, his calfs were tightened and hurting him.
He decided he had to rest and slumped against a tree. "I don't belong here." He spoke along, blowing his bangs out of his face. He let his guard down...
For a moment, it was worth it, just to be Vulnerable.
The song comforted him slightly in his time of great need for some sort of comfort. He'd been walking for days and there was no hind nor hair of his friend's parents. He was going to die out there and he was sure of it by now. He didn't know how to defend himself, weird things were happening to his body and he kept fluctuating in power. He became like a calling beckon for all sorts of things. He'd come across many, and lost most of his modern clothes to talons and fangs as he pushed his way through the forest. He been warned before that he wasn't stronger than a demon, he'd been warned before that he couldn't do it on his own.
Yet here he was parading through the forest like the boob that he was, he was placing a big bright bulls eye on his head and walking into the archery range, hoping to be fast enough to keep himself safe. Yeah, right, he was using that brain of his to get himself into the line of fire just long enough to die. He had cut through the forest only about an hour ago hoping to cut through to another road. He had been wrong, of course, he probably was three miles away from where he wanted to be. He could turn around, but where ever he'd been was probably crawling with things that wanted to find the calling beckon. So he kept moving, his calfs were tightened and hurting him.
He decided he had to rest and slumped against a tree. "I don't belong here." He spoke along, blowing his bangs out of his face. He let his guard down...
For a moment, it was worth it, just to be Vulnerable.
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