Post by atticusfinn on Apr 17, 2009 16:15:50 GMT -5
|| Atticus Finn || Male || 4 Summers || No Life || No Love || No Legacy ||
Alone was better than living with them. At the time, choice was not a luxury that was offered. Even had it been offered, the gift would have been pointless in his eyes. Afterall, weakness was no good to him, and as soon as he was gone a realization came to him like that of waking from a dream. He wouldn't have been what they wanted. Sooner or later, the pack would have grown tired of "Pup Number 5" because.. He was too weak. Too small. Not fast enough, and not brave enough. Meek and meager, and always anxious to please. Never willing to step out of line and speak his mind. But after the night of terror and the turning of tides, "Pup Number 5" was no longer a worry.
"Pup Number 5" died.
And born from the innocent ashes of a life worth leaving rose the soul of a different sort. Cruel and twisted, sick and maniacal, this being was nothing like the one left on that cold and barren landscape so many moons ago. This life dared others to end him, begged for it with the pleading heart of a beast who knows he will do wrong, time and time again, until someone comes forth to end the cycle. End the cycle of pain, and pleasure in pain, and delightful pleasure in pain that was this one's life. The brute asked someone to break him down, leave his body lying in the dirt to become part of time. But no one had.
As time passed, he no longer wanted to be buried like a skeleton, worthless and empty. For he was not empty, no. Body absorbed all the anger and pain he had gathered throughout the years, and allowed the exterior shell that was Him reflect who he really was on the inside. The dark, dismal inside; a perfect place for the growth of disease and disaster, and the uprising of a new dawn. It was with epic lust for the loathing of life that he brought himself up, resurrecting a life worth living in the place of "Pup Number 5."
A life dedicated to the way he was. So cold. Obsessed with pain, and not just the infliction but the receiving as well. He couldn't get enough of the anger and agony, for they fueled the fire deep within. And as he developed, his close relationship with pain paved the road to the mastery of tongue. No, this pain was not caused by fang nor claw, for the small stature could not be done away with. Physical appearance was lacking in the ways of size, but oh.. How he had made up for this small flaw..
Words. Words were the ammunition and his tongue the weapon, barreling down one being after another. But it was not always about destruction. All work and no play would make this one a dull boy. Growing up he had been told not to play with his food, not to tease and torment the life of a field mouse facing it's end. Now it was a way of everyday life; not always did he long to drive another mad, taken over with their own self torment. Sometimes he only wished for a bit of fun, some laughs and a good time. And so he would tease and play, poking the disgusting and horrific truths their own faces, only to leave them broken down and in a frenzy. A frenzy to get a grasp on the beautiful life they had only moments before. Moments before Him.
He never did the actual ending of lives. That would just be too twisted and sick. No, he merely gave them that necessary push. Open their eyes to the reality around them, and the life they truly didn't want. Their faults protruded even further now, sticking out in their own eyes like a sore thumb. Like the voice in your head that never goes away, echoing until he end of time. Or the end of life itself...
Atticus...Atticus
Brute
Four years
No Love
No Legacy
Corrupt Till the End
...
I'm back again Rival
know y'all missed me Hated
I'm so so sick Friend turned Enemy
Can't handle it Enemy
Yeah I talk sh*t Annoyance
Just deal with it Dislike
You know I'm rare Forever
You stop and stare Forbidden Love
You think I care Mutual Crush
I don't Crush
You talk real loud Interest
But you aint saying nothing cool Ex
could fit your whole house in my swimming pool Fling
My life's a fantasy Partner In Crime
That you're not smart enough to even dream Friend
My ice is making me freeze Family
You can try and try you can't beat me Role Model
So I'll cash my checks and place my bets Enemies turned Friend
And hope I'll always win Acquaintance
Relationships
Cooper And hope I'll always win
Xen And hope I'll always win
"Pup Number 5" died.
And born from the innocent ashes of a life worth leaving rose the soul of a different sort. Cruel and twisted, sick and maniacal, this being was nothing like the one left on that cold and barren landscape so many moons ago. This life dared others to end him, begged for it with the pleading heart of a beast who knows he will do wrong, time and time again, until someone comes forth to end the cycle. End the cycle of pain, and pleasure in pain, and delightful pleasure in pain that was this one's life. The brute asked someone to break him down, leave his body lying in the dirt to become part of time. But no one had.
As time passed, he no longer wanted to be buried like a skeleton, worthless and empty. For he was not empty, no. Body absorbed all the anger and pain he had gathered throughout the years, and allowed the exterior shell that was Him reflect who he really was on the inside. The dark, dismal inside; a perfect place for the growth of disease and disaster, and the uprising of a new dawn. It was with epic lust for the loathing of life that he brought himself up, resurrecting a life worth living in the place of "Pup Number 5."
A life dedicated to the way he was. So cold. Obsessed with pain, and not just the infliction but the receiving as well. He couldn't get enough of the anger and agony, for they fueled the fire deep within. And as he developed, his close relationship with pain paved the road to the mastery of tongue. No, this pain was not caused by fang nor claw, for the small stature could not be done away with. Physical appearance was lacking in the ways of size, but oh.. How he had made up for this small flaw..
Words. Words were the ammunition and his tongue the weapon, barreling down one being after another. But it was not always about destruction. All work and no play would make this one a dull boy. Growing up he had been told not to play with his food, not to tease and torment the life of a field mouse facing it's end. Now it was a way of everyday life; not always did he long to drive another mad, taken over with their own self torment. Sometimes he only wished for a bit of fun, some laughs and a good time. And so he would tease and play, poking the disgusting and horrific truths their own faces, only to leave them broken down and in a frenzy. A frenzy to get a grasp on the beautiful life they had only moments before. Moments before Him.
He never did the actual ending of lives. That would just be too twisted and sick. No, he merely gave them that necessary push. Open their eyes to the reality around them, and the life they truly didn't want. Their faults protruded even further now, sticking out in their own eyes like a sore thumb. Like the voice in your head that never goes away, echoing until he end of time. Or the end of life itself...
Atticus...Atticus
Brute
Four years
No Love
No Legacy
Corrupt Till the End
...
I'm back again Rival
know y'all missed me Hated
I'm so so sick Friend turned Enemy
Can't handle it Enemy
Yeah I talk sh*t Annoyance
Just deal with it Dislike
You know I'm rare Forever
You stop and stare Forbidden Love
You think I care Mutual Crush
I don't Crush
You talk real loud Interest
But you aint saying nothing cool Ex
could fit your whole house in my swimming pool Fling
My life's a fantasy Partner In Crime
That you're not smart enough to even dream Friend
My ice is making me freeze Family
You can try and try you can't beat me Role Model
So I'll cash my checks and place my bets Enemies turned Friend
And hope I'll always win Acquaintance
Relationships
Cooper And hope I'll always win
Xen And hope I'll always win