darkness becomes
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Somewhere deep inside he'd always seem the eyes of the world glaring at him, and even if they didn't he still couldn't believe or trust the words they spoke. Growing up the world had spoken outloud how they felt and now instead of trying to prove them wrong he just let them go with their judgements. His stormy eyes closed a moment as she shook her head, disagreeing with what he'd assumed. Flicking his ears back as her voice joined the action of disagreement he opened those orbs once more and just sighed.

She annoyed him in the way she spoke, but then again almost everyone did. It wasn't that he choose to not get along with the world, but when the world saw what they wanted and not what you were things normally didn't mesh well. Stepping forward his voice rang through as he answered cooly. "What disturbs me is when the world looks at you and either hates one half of you or the other.. and yet combined together they can't figure out what to do with you." He didn't hate himself, he'd long gone past that, perhaps as a child he had but now he just longed for someone to accept him as himself and not half of this and half of that. He had a name and a face, what or who he looked like had nothing to do with the truth.


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