Post by TOMOE on Mar 18, 2011 7:28:39 GMT -5
[atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 2px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;][bg=494949][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style, background-color: #D4D4D4; border-left: 10px groove #404040, bTable][cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true] | [atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-right: 2px solid #333333;] He couldn’t stand this place, this land of stone and twisted metal where nature was dead, disrespected and used merely to liven their warped and grayed kingdom. Here where his magic was weakest, where his sense betrayed him and eyes were tricked by shadows lapsing in and out of his peripheral. The air reeked of steel and decay, of man and their monsters, bleak, ever stagnant and so abrasive that had he not needed to inhale he wouldn’t have. It was too unnatural, despite the fact that these materials had all originated from this earth, the ores for their iron and precious metals, the stone that created concrete, they had all lost their power once humanity saw fit to alter their forms according to their design. Because they wished it so they stripped the land of her minerals, burned and scorched and cut with hardly any care or reasoning aside from what they desired. It was too ugly for words. His sky, his precious sky was tinted by a choking haze – albeit a human would see nothing but the beryl heavens and amorphous clouds drifting above their buildings and homes, but to his trained eyes existed this smog, blatant evidence to the adverse affect humanity had on the island. Why did they not kill all these ungrateful curs and reclaim their kingdom? Would it be so difficult to restore what used to be a beautiful place to reside? Hmph, probably, thought that was not the only reasons those hairless monkey’s were given leaven to do as they wished. Put simply, it was because just as much as the humans needed something to idolize – namely the Gods and Goddess’ of Hisoka –the Gods too needed man. For in their faith and devotion they drew life and power. It seemed like such an unfair trade. What the humans gave to them in power the Gods returned in land and resources, turning a blind eye to the destruction the young race of powerless beings caused to their homeland. But maybe that was simply the price they paid to exist? Waves of dizziness laved at the rim of his thoughts, crashing and retreating into the recesses where they had come only to knock into him again with unsettling force. His balance was being upset and it was a miracle Tomoe could manage to walk in a straight line at all with how weak he felt here. He couldn’t even begin to fathom how a God could fall ill but he had no other words for the vertigo, the queasiness or the foreign heaviness of his body as he roved the paved alleys and sidewalks. The inugami had assumed that it was little more then an abating side effect of his turning from canine to the human likeness, or descending from the purity of the mountains. Somehow, neither quite seemed correct and he’d chalked it up to a fleeting discomfort and disregard how poorly he felt. The only issue of course being that for it to be written off as a fleeting discomfort, it needed to be fleeting, which it wasn’t. Tomoe could do little more than cling to the wall, grappling with the unevenness of the path (which wasn’t actually uneven at all he was just slanting for some odd reason) and trying vainly to find a place to rest. |
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