Post by Nihlium on Nov 16, 2014 23:24:07 GMT
A character I'm working on. I need to read up on Reach City before I go any further though; so he'll be done by Wednesday.
In life we are forced to snuff out that which we cherish the most or allow it to turn us into its slave. The time at which a person reaches this ordeal varies from soul to soul but one thing always remains constant, and that is the scars that are left. Scars that will define a persons life till long after their death. Scars that one will see as a disfigurement or battle-scar to be worn with pride.
I will never forget the day I received that scars that altered the path of my life, the scars that made me into what I am today. I still feel the jagged claws of life tearing into my supple soul with ancient glee. I still remember the day destiny stepped on my throat and thrust my life unto the bloody floor.
Reach City 1991,
Hoary clouds floated over the shimmering mass of blaring cars and babbling pedestrians as arrows of rain hurtled themselves upon the citizens of Reach City. As the bustling swarm of people tried to escape the torrent, a hive of hungry eyes peered through the shadows.
In life we are forced to snuff out that which we cherish the most or allow it to turn us into its slave. The time at which a person reaches this ordeal varies from soul to soul but one thing always remains constant, and that is the scars that are left. Scars that will define a persons life till long after their death. Scars that one will see as a disfigurement or battle-scar to be worn with pride.
I will never forget the day I received that scars that altered the path of my life, the scars that made me into what I am today. I still feel the jagged claws of life tearing into my supple soul with ancient glee. I still remember the day destiny stepped on my throat and thrust my life unto the bloody floor.
Reach City 1991,
Hoary clouds floated over the shimmering mass of blaring cars and babbling pedestrians as arrows of rain hurtled themselves upon the citizens of Reach City. As the bustling swarm of people tried to escape the torrent, a hive of hungry eyes peered through the shadows.