1 Incarnation of a concept [Wolf, or Invite] Tue Dec 29, 2015 11:01 pm
Kensei~
D-rank
- Invite:
- Wolf
- Wolf
What was that? He could hear things, strange things. The whispers of those around him, their thoughts and desires, and hopes and dreams.
Fingertips, dancing on the surface of his mind.
The universe was a strange place, yes? And even stranger, now that a core concept was manifesting itself into the body of a male.
But why would he do that? Why would a concept such as Fate emtomb himself into the mold of Man?
Because Man was a most interesting creature, and Fate wished to learn. He hoped to learn more about the flock he tended, of the creatures that were enslaved to his whims. But he knew everything there was to know of them already, did he not? Or perhaps he had forgotten it all in this endless cycle. Or maybe, he knew nothing of them at all, and sought to fill the void with whatever he could. But, he knew this moment was to come. He was Fate, after all.
The deal was struck long ago; in exchange for the ability to take care of his mother, a young man by the name of Kensei Uchiha was placed into his employment with simple orders; When Fate calls for you, come.
The call was made; or rather, the weft and weave of Fate's whims wove a situation in which Kensei would return to the temple. Envy and Greed were dangerous Sins that manifested easily and frequently in Man, and many in positions of power were subject to them, hungry for that which their neighbor possessed. The whispers of promised power were enough to amplify the hunger in almost any man.
Perhaps Fate did not need to manipulate these men in order to acquire Kensei. Perhaps it was going to happen; perhaps Fate knew this. Or maybe not. This form he possessed seem to render most of his senses dull; he could not see quite as clearly as he once could, could not hear quite as much. But there were somethings that just could not be ignored. The weft and weave of Fate guides...
Where was he? This place seemed familiar; was it something remembered, or something that was to be? Did it really matter? Eyes that were not quite his own looked around; his vision dim but clearing up the more he strained. This place did seem familiar; odd trinkets adorned the walls of the room he was within, seeming like memories; or trophies. A precious gem here, an ornate crown there, a few swords over there. It was a strange place to wake up in, but the concept was still not sure where or when exactly here was. However, he was where he though he was, there was always someone he could call, and expect a prompt response.
The body would struggle to speak, the voice emitted sounded rough and raspy. But sure enough, a word and name was uttered, and despite how quiet the body spoke it, would sound like crashing thunder to the persona's whose ears it was meant for.
“Wolf. Come.”
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