Post by Laharl on Jan 19, 2006 19:39:55 GMT
I am....de-evolving.
A seemingly random yet rational thought slipped through the cerebrum of a monster, no longer holding to the mind of the obstinate child he once was. It was this world. The trees, the serenity, the beauty, the peace, everything in this world all signified elements that discouraged his proper growth.
Death. Death clinged tight to his throat.
The demon prince's cells could not remain constant in this diminsion. It was a wonder he did not already turn into a black hole. This whole time, since his escape from the BFC, his unstable DNA had been altering this beast into something neither human nor demon. Even something as horrendous as diving into water would not do much to his roughly scarred skin. His rust-colored irises turned a solid onyx, with the original color bleeding out around them. These eyes could not be seen though, as he hobbled about unsteadily through the forest with the dense mop of hair that hung down over his every feature.
Barely more than three feet tall, this little thing wandered aimlessly for days through the forest after finally arising from his hiding place. He lost the will to fight, to kill, or maim. His sharp tongue had dulled to that of a blithering simpleton. Laharl was, for lack of a better word, naked. And his mind quite lost, as soon to be his life.
That brief thought he had was but a flicker gliding across his mind, fleeting like the stream of shooting stars in the skies above. How it was that he possessed this cognitive pattern of cerebral functioning was unknown, for it seemed he had forgotten everything before. His jaw agape, he stumbled across a root protruding from the ground and fell headlong into a ditch. Curled up with his legs over his head, he found not even the reason to struggle back to his feet as his vanishing mind fought to grab claim to what was left of his psyche. Even the unsettling particles of earth and rock digging into his skin underneath him did not seem to register as painful or even uncomfortable.
What difference did it make? It seemed his fate was predisposed, to die in this ditch. Forgotten by all, including himself. In this peaceful, quiet, droll and boring hell, his last shreds of hope seemed to diminish into non-existance as reflected in his now dulled eyes.
A seemingly random yet rational thought slipped through the cerebrum of a monster, no longer holding to the mind of the obstinate child he once was. It was this world. The trees, the serenity, the beauty, the peace, everything in this world all signified elements that discouraged his proper growth.
Death. Death clinged tight to his throat.
The demon prince's cells could not remain constant in this diminsion. It was a wonder he did not already turn into a black hole. This whole time, since his escape from the BFC, his unstable DNA had been altering this beast into something neither human nor demon. Even something as horrendous as diving into water would not do much to his roughly scarred skin. His rust-colored irises turned a solid onyx, with the original color bleeding out around them. These eyes could not be seen though, as he hobbled about unsteadily through the forest with the dense mop of hair that hung down over his every feature.
Barely more than three feet tall, this little thing wandered aimlessly for days through the forest after finally arising from his hiding place. He lost the will to fight, to kill, or maim. His sharp tongue had dulled to that of a blithering simpleton. Laharl was, for lack of a better word, naked. And his mind quite lost, as soon to be his life.
That brief thought he had was but a flicker gliding across his mind, fleeting like the stream of shooting stars in the skies above. How it was that he possessed this cognitive pattern of cerebral functioning was unknown, for it seemed he had forgotten everything before. His jaw agape, he stumbled across a root protruding from the ground and fell headlong into a ditch. Curled up with his legs over his head, he found not even the reason to struggle back to his feet as his vanishing mind fought to grab claim to what was left of his psyche. Even the unsettling particles of earth and rock digging into his skin underneath him did not seem to register as painful or even uncomfortable.
What difference did it make? It seemed his fate was predisposed, to die in this ditch. Forgotten by all, including himself. In this peaceful, quiet, droll and boring hell, his last shreds of hope seemed to diminish into non-existance as reflected in his now dulled eyes.