The shell that harbours insanity.
Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2007 9:49 pm
((open rp, bear with the grammar and stuff please, kinda late here.))
Kevin stepped firmly outside the shop after having a confrontation with Jorokar. His steps came to be a furious storm as he rushed out of Trollsbane, almost unconsiously pushing a passerby aside and against several barrels and crates in the guardhouse.
Outside, away from these humans, away from these wretched souls that contradict every other word they say with their next and claim they are right, away from all these sheep following the herder, away from these puppets on strings, swinging to the symphony of their own demise. Following blindly whatever mortal decided what was right and wrong.
He watched how each of these leaders tried to do the job of the gods, how they corrupted and disgraced their creators.
Who where they to say that they are more than men?
Who are they to say one deserved what another did not for trying and failing all the same?
Who by the gods are they to say he did not try hard enough? And what made this Siltaris so special that they blindly say she however did try her utmost best?
In the back of his mind he knew this was how it was, is, and would forever be. And he hated this, he hated how others got more than they deserved for less than he did.
He stood at the bridge with a patience as short as a fish's teeth, none.
There was yet another passerby before him on the bridge he wished to cross.
Kevin stepped firmly outside the shop after having a confrontation with Jorokar. His steps came to be a furious storm as he rushed out of Trollsbane, almost unconsiously pushing a passerby aside and against several barrels and crates in the guardhouse.
Outside, away from these humans, away from these wretched souls that contradict every other word they say with their next and claim they are right, away from all these sheep following the herder, away from these puppets on strings, swinging to the symphony of their own demise. Following blindly whatever mortal decided what was right and wrong.
He watched how each of these leaders tried to do the job of the gods, how they corrupted and disgraced their creators.
Who where they to say that they are more than men?
Who are they to say one deserved what another did not for trying and failing all the same?
Who by the gods are they to say he did not try hard enough? And what made this Siltaris so special that they blindly say she however did try her utmost best?
In the back of his mind he knew this was how it was, is, and would forever be. And he hated this, he hated how others got more than they deserved for less than he did.
He stood at the bridge with a patience as short as a fish's teeth, none.
There was yet another passerby before him on the bridge he wished to cross.