02-06-2010, 07:42 PM
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Truly, even he couldn’t defend his reason for living. He lived simply because he did, and no thoughts were given on the afterlife. When he died he would die, turning back into dust and nothingness, and so the better alternative was to live. To breathe, to see, to hear, and to do, taking in the sheer feeling of being alive--this was what kept him going. His skull was his prize, adored simply due to its morbid, bleached appearance, and he held it proudly within his jaws.
He’d could help his darker nature, for he’d been made that way, drawn together from the spare parts of other living things and a coyote whose name now escaped him. He’d once had an independent existence, but it’d since faded from memory, leaving him with the collection of spare parts he now was. He didn’t even care where he came from, as long as the sky was clear and the earth solidly beneath his feet.
He willingly, silently followed the she-yote, allowing her to lead him straight into the bowels of hell if she so chose.
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Truly, even he couldn’t defend his reason for living. He lived simply because he did, and no thoughts were given on the afterlife. When he died he would die, turning back into dust and nothingness, and so the better alternative was to live. To breathe, to see, to hear, and to do, taking in the sheer feeling of being alive--this was what kept him going. His skull was his prize, adored simply due to its morbid, bleached appearance, and he held it proudly within his jaws.
He’d could help his darker nature, for he’d been made that way, drawn together from the spare parts of other living things and a coyote whose name now escaped him. He’d once had an independent existence, but it’d since faded from memory, leaving him with the collection of spare parts he now was. He didn’t even care where he came from, as long as the sky was clear and the earth solidly beneath his feet.
He willingly, silently followed the she-yote, allowing her to lead him straight into the bowels of hell if she so chose.