1 Haunted visions in the sand (Invite only/no kill) Fri Oct 31, 2014 12:11 am
Mure
D-rank
- The rock:
Mure was sitting out on the cliff face overlooking the ocean. The sun was up and well passed mid day. But he didn't really see it much. The rock he was sitting on seemed to be like a finger clawing at the ocean from the land. Rising high over the crashing waves below. His yellow eyes stared out at the red painted sea. Like a window into the night. His clothes consisted of a dark outfit...his elder brothers baggy black pants and boots. Along with a black turtleneck with sleeves almost extending passed his fingers. An old gas mask with no filters hid the lower half of his small, pale face. What above it was yellow eyes nearly hidden by silver hair. A konoha headband was tied around his waist like a belt. The cloth extended so it would fit and the metal piece with the konoha symbol was like a belt buckle. Perhaps keeping the pants up had he not been sitting with his knees pressed up to his chest. He was also cradling something. A Yari glistened as it reflected the sunlight as he held it across his knees. Truly a dangerous weapon and odd looking on a kid.
Still the weapon and his position were all parts of his own minds self defense tactics. His form pulled in on itself to feel more secure. Less vulnerable. His grip on the spear tightened audibly with a grinding noise as his eyes closed. Once more as soon as his eyes closed he saw flashes of memories or visions of some sort. Things he didn't remember doing. He could see it again but like it was from a hundred different view points. He saw himself outside of himself. He saw the men he was decimating. He didn't recall doing this but it was all so clear. He cringed as he broke one mans neck...Stabbed another through the throat and forced flesh eating beetles into a third mans ....His eyes snapped open as he gasped for air. He had been holding his breath as let the visions flash through his mind. It wasn't the first time he had dealt with these visions. Always burying them so deep. He didn't remember doing it but he already knew every one in that vision was dead somehow. He could feel everything he saw. His left hand trembled as he recalled the feeling of breaking that mans neck. How could he remember this?
Slowly his eyes began to water before he buried his face into his knees and began to sob. It was the curse. It had to be. It was driving him mad as punishment for trying to escape it. For trying to run from Konoha to the desert. It was after him and trying to pull him into a dark place. He just wanted to walk away and stop being a disappointment. He couldn't just turn around and face it so his only chance was to run from it. So many times his mind replayed those visions. Over and over again he experienced killing men he had no memory of meeting. If anything this curse was going to be the end of him. His mind drifted to the edge of the cliff. He could run from it. He could overcome it and beat it if he could just escape it. Aimi had followed him when he wanted to make sure she stayed safe but he felt like he was pulling her halo down around her neck like a noose. He hated himself for it. Maybe if he just jumped everyone would be safe from him. Just one last leap.
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