it's trouble and it's in our road

Haku Soul · 01-21-2010, 05:44 AM

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Truth in all illusion. Was that right, then? What was he on top of Dahlia with his mock crown? He was the rising joker that had yet to form that well known grin that would speak of insanity and death. Haku had cradled his insanity and had watched it grow out of control and spread its jet black wings. Madness was a beautiful thing and it was meant to be embraced for what it was. Was the crown on top of the Dahlian man’s head true? For better and for worse he was Dahlia’s king, and it was true that he was a creature formed by delicious darkness that was intended for something greater than a life in service for lowly beings. His fur was that of warm chocolate and his eyes of a colour that would forever blaze with intense warmth of a rarely seen forget me not blue hue. His charming appearance had always served him well in the past, but scars were beginning to crawl into his features in an attempt to better reveal the ill being within the beautiful blue gaze and caramel coated body.

His mask was slowly being peeled off by constant wearing, and perhaps a transformation would come sooner than he believed. Nothing was predictable for the Dahlian man anymore. His vision of the future was blurred. ”So your path has not been decided yet?” the man now wondered, wishing the darkness in the trespasser’s pelt was the result of a bitch black inside. Haku was in dire need of true soldiers. The path of the antagonist was usually lonesome, and while he accepted this fact he did not close his eyes when he saw other creatures like himself. Darkness was different in every being, though it gave them all abilities to release havoc upon the world. Larkspur’s choice of dying his fur suggested that he sought absolution in the light instead of surrendering fully. ”I will escort you for now,” was the next thing the beast said as he wanted more from the black brute.

Paws weighted the snow down as they ventured into Dahlia’s lands. While the man was full of numerous questions and wonderings, he remained silent as always until he found anything worth bringing up. The creatures here created useless conversation to fill in the gaps of silence between other beings. Larkspur’s words had been well chosen enough to be worthy company for the man that usually sought company only in death and destruction. ”What is the path of D’Angelo?” he suddenly wondered and glanced over to the creature with the hideous fur. This madness was new to him and he asked despite not expecting a satisfactory answer. If the D’Angelo line had a higher purpose then it was a shame how the present family here had withered.

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