08-01-2008, 05:05 PM
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aw, though preferably for people I've never rp'd with before.
sharksHe'd forgotten already whatever plans he had had for his grand return. It was not so grand, and it was not really a return if he had never been there before. He was a faceless thing, a phantom in the night that left behind no trace of anything. In some sense, it had always been that way. Extensive and large as his family had been, he had never really felt an overarching feeling of closeness or a very tight bond. Indeed, he wasn't sure why it had taken him so long to realize that a significant number, if not most, of his relatives were just... crazy. The "conclusion" still bothered him though, because he questioned where his own morals had come from. If morals were innate, why did none of the others seem to have them. And if they were taught, then who had given him his? Who was there to define sanity, and how could he say he wasn't the same as them? It ran in his blood.
sharksArkham sat at the edge of the forest, facing the distant sea. The cloak that had previously obscured almost his entire head had been lessened somewhat so that only the upper portion of his head was covered, but his muzzle was free to breathe deeply the ocean breeze. Red eyes peered out through a gap in the cloth and similarly, his large ears were allowed to sit upright. The rest of his body was still covered though, and the scent of fresh mint still hung heavily in the air, now mixed with sand and salt. It was very lonely to sit on the beach alone, but it was something he had gotten used to long ago. He was likely sitting in a warzone now though, with Inferni to the east and a wolf pack to the west. Maybe that was something else he would need to get used to.
sharksHe'd forgotten already whatever plans he had had for his grand return. It was not so grand, and it was not really a return if he had never been there before. He was a faceless thing, a phantom in the night that left behind no trace of anything. In some sense, it had always been that way. Extensive and large as his family had been, he had never really felt an overarching feeling of closeness or a very tight bond. Indeed, he wasn't sure why it had taken him so long to realize that a significant number, if not most, of his relatives were just... crazy. The "conclusion" still bothered him though, because he questioned where his own morals had come from. If morals were innate, why did none of the others seem to have them. And if they were taught, then who had given him his? Who was there to define sanity, and how could he say he wasn't the same as them? It ran in his blood.
sharksArkham sat at the edge of the forest, facing the distant sea. The cloak that had previously obscured almost his entire head had been lessened somewhat so that only the upper portion of his head was covered, but his muzzle was free to breathe deeply the ocean breeze. Red eyes peered out through a gap in the cloth and similarly, his large ears were allowed to sit upright. The rest of his body was still covered though, and the scent of fresh mint still hung heavily in the air, now mixed with sand and salt. It was very lonely to sit on the beach alone, but it was something he had gotten used to long ago. He was likely sitting in a warzone now though, with Inferni to the east and a wolf pack to the west. Maybe that was something else he would need to get used to.
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