01-27-2009, 08:37 PM
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His words had been a partial test; for some reason, many creatures considered scars and the like to be the markings of a true, courageous warrior of some sort. Jefferson supposed that could be true to an extent, but scars were hardly courageous in his eyes. No, they were the markings of an idiot who'd gotten involved in something he shouldn't. They weren't tattoos, they weren't sources of pride. They were permanent marks of shame for the world to see and gawk at. They were his sins; proof of his foolishness. Proof he'd been everywhere and back again, to hell but never to heaven. They made him ugly, a brute, a monster. Something to be feared. Something to distrust. [/html]
His words had been a partial test; for some reason, many creatures considered scars and the like to be the markings of a true, courageous warrior of some sort. Jefferson supposed that could be true to an extent, but scars were hardly courageous in his eyes. No, they were the markings of an idiot who'd gotten involved in something he shouldn't. They weren't tattoos, they weren't sources of pride. They were permanent marks of shame for the world to see and gawk at. They were his sins; proof of his foolishness. Proof he'd been everywhere and back again, to hell but never to heaven. They made him ugly, a brute, a monster. Something to be feared. Something to distrust.
Jefferson took one slight step forward, green eye affixed on the scar she presented on her neck. There was an emphasis in her voice, a flaunt of her presence all of a sudden. But most of all, he knew what scars looked like. He knew how they connected, how they felt, how they healed. He knew what talon or tooth of the body could create for scars, and he knew how much force had to be emphasized to create one permanently. He scowled her. "Shut it," he hissed. "That's no scar. You don't know what a scar is." He turned suddenly, limping away yet again. He knew she would follow anyway. "Grow up," the cyclops muttered.