Post by zarek on Sept 4, 2010 21:26:53 GMT -5
zarek miles balthazar,
.YOU.WOULD.NOT.BELIEVE.YOUR.EYES.
if ten million fireflies...!!!
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Danger. If Zarek didn't already have a middle name, the dim kelpie guessed that would be it, the word that defined him. Despite being a bit cowardly at times, he was always one for a bit of brainless fun at the expense of his health and others. He healed faster than humans, anyways, so who really cared? He could do anything he wanted, free as a bird. Or a horse. Whatever.Point being, there were no restrictions, and he liked it that way. Unfortunately, this craving for danger seemed to spill into hsi eevryday life, and occasionaly, his relationships as well.
Hooves danced across each rockt ledge from the other, so light on his feet for such a heavy animal. Zarek has start to grow accustomed to his slategrey form - so much, he feared he spent more time in it that his actual, human body. It's sleek, beautiful fur, it's eyes that seemed to hold more inteligence than he had to offer...it was wonderful. Unfortunately, hsi cravings had gotten worse, but he'd only killed one person since he got here. It wasn't really the thought of killing a human, no, he didn't care abotu that; He had been raised on human meat anyways, so it had no effect on him, but it was the secrecy involved. Human lifes seemed to have such a high price on them for some reason, despite the fact that there were millions of them and counting. Why did it matter so much to these fleshy creatures if one was missing, and what happened to them? Why did it make difference if they died in their sleep or if Zarek found himself picking them out of their teeth the morning after? Humans could be so selfish.
Fuck, he thought, his current equestrian mouth not quite able to accommadate the simple set of words that he'd been raised not to use but did anyways. Such words of wisdom, he knew that, but they weren't his. Simply more propaganda shoved down Zarek's throat by his father, making sure he was keeping his whole family in check, making sure they followed his exact beliefs. Zarek wasn't too found of being a copy of anyone, much less a erson like his father; A cold, heartless monster with
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lit up the world as i fell asleep...
.YOU.WOULD.NOT.BELIEVE.YOUR.EYES.
if ten million fireflies...!!!
- - - - - - - - - ♠ - - - - - - - - -
Danger. If Zarek didn't already have a middle name, the dim kelpie guessed that would be it, the word that defined him. Despite being a bit cowardly at times, he was always one for a bit of brainless fun at the expense of his health and others. He healed faster than humans, anyways, so who really cared? He could do anything he wanted, free as a bird. Or a horse. Whatever.Point being, there were no restrictions, and he liked it that way. Unfortunately, this craving for danger seemed to spill into hsi eevryday life, and occasionaly, his relationships as well.
Hooves danced across each rockt ledge from the other, so light on his feet for such a heavy animal. Zarek has start to grow accustomed to his slategrey form - so much, he feared he spent more time in it that his actual, human body. It's sleek, beautiful fur, it's eyes that seemed to hold more inteligence than he had to offer...it was wonderful. Unfortunately, hsi cravings had gotten worse, but he'd only killed one person since he got here. It wasn't really the thought of killing a human, no, he didn't care abotu that; He had been raised on human meat anyways, so it had no effect on him, but it was the secrecy involved. Human lifes seemed to have such a high price on them for some reason, despite the fact that there were millions of them and counting. Why did it matter so much to these fleshy creatures if one was missing, and what happened to them? Why did it make difference if they died in their sleep or if Zarek found himself picking them out of their teeth the morning after? Humans could be so selfish.
Fuck, he thought, his current equestrian mouth not quite able to accommadate the simple set of words that he'd been raised not to use but did anyways. Such words of wisdom, he knew that, but they weren't his. Simply more propaganda shoved down Zarek's throat by his father, making sure he was keeping his whole family in check, making sure they followed his exact beliefs. Zarek wasn't too found of being a copy of anyone, much less a erson like his father; A cold, heartless monster with
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lit up the world as i fell asleep...
TAG. WHO IS IT FOR?
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MUSIC. fireflies - owl city
NOTES. WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY
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