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11-10-2018, 05:38 PM (This post was last modified: 11-10-2018, 05:55 PM by Devilad.)
[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]A form I filled in for Ryan/Asy regarding to my perspective towards death itself; done on 11/26/16 in FF.
Quote:gender: Death can be anything to nothing, and in between to something, even Death can just be... Death itself. sex: Same as above. old/young: An ancient soul with a wise mind, but a twist behind their sophisticated words and actions, seeking for its' own amusement and pleasure and a sweet taste of provoking mortals to divines, are young.
animal: A canine of sort, perhaps a wolf, with teeth bared and pointy ears flattened against cranium, made in bitter bones. Black pelt, hidden well in the dark as it watches the breathing ones bleed life to the unknown. It do not bark or bite, but it only takes, and takes, and takes until there is nothing left. A loyal helper it believes it is so, yet still gets labeled as a murderer. It is either quick and sudden or slow, but painfully to kill a living ( a bunny to its empty eyes—so precious, and so small ) there is nothing in between. It can't ever stop itself to kill though. Why?
Because it is its instinct; it takes, and takes, and takes. color: Darkest shades of any colours, you can't determine what colour it really is. music genre: Classical, can be slow, with a sad and powerful vibe to it; probably performed with instruments only of a piano or violin, or both. song:
( I did more than one because indeed this was fun to fill in, but with the asterisk beside it is the main song for Death under my point of view )
- Opening, Aaron Zigman
- Main Theme, Aaron Zigman ( piano solo )
- Omid, Jared Emerson-Johnson
- Into Eternity, Brian Tyler
- This New Century, Jessica Curry* good/evil/gray: Gray. What are morals to Death itself when the purpose of its existence is to know when and how people's story should end and does it for them, and let other people learn experiences of the death and breathe in them through the rest of their life; either to understand and acknowledge in the end that everyone and everything dies ( naivety and innocence soon to be coated in blood of the lost one's, soft brains, now full of sharp memories, cutting deep, bleeding emotions they have never experienced before; soon to became mental scars, and you can't hide them, because this is how you breathe ), or to change themself for the good of themself only? ( Holding a feeling, but this feeling is somewhat an empty kind, it's something. But what? Any answers given, nothing can change the fact that it is a sickening reminder that it is Death itself that did this to you, therefore, you made your wish to never grow attach to anyone again; it is the only way to glue your aching soul together from breaking and falling ). Most importantly, Death exists to help us all. word(s): Darkness, kind, quiet, lonely, help, "misunderstood," both hello and farewell, "it is time," repeating histories, "a heart having stitches more than in a flesh," "I am only doing my job I exist to do," "everything will be okay," peace, and "the rest is silence." end or beginning: End, but perhaps, it can be a beginning to something new and even better. masculine or feminine: Neither; androgynous. scary or peaceful: Peaceful, especially if you forced it to come to you. It is only scary if you don't expect or acknowledge it. other images/visuals: Flesh torn, but soft lips kissing against blood stained skins - especially on your forehead — a kiss of farewell to send you to your slumber, like a mother to their child; you're standing in a forest during the night, but you see a candle flickering farther away from where you stand, resembling to a light offering you golden serenity, blow it away under bravery to stay in the dark, and you will be destined to die alone ( after all, you must be brave enough to die alone if you are capable of being alone within darkness ); a light at the end of the tunnel; a surface of body ashes ( as my dear God, how does the ashes of your innocences' taste? ); a stoned, gray wall carved, "NO ONE, EVEN YOUR GOD, CAN SAVE YOU," in ragged stones, held in Death's trembling hands, painted in a living's blood, tears and sweats—a beauty combination of fear, a fine wine to drink for a reminder it must be done ( before choking on hushed lines of apologies ).
[div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"][align=center]Written as Animal Verse!Them; stored on here for references
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Darkness remains within vision second after second, as blink after blink, movement after movement; it stills regardless. Consciousness recently comes at the moment They finds nothing but black. Lacking memories, mind empty but a wonder of where They is now. Though, scary it is to think about it, and should They be wary of the Unknown, that is okay.
Darkness is silent as ever, indeed so, but it is here with Them since the Beginning. It's Their new friend. First friend. Good friend. Comfort it eventually brings to Them, despite it all, and They takes it with a purr. Chest full of warmth, gradually spreading across tiny system, Their heart beats gratitudeâ€â€an art of acceptance.
( * Cherish it. Nothing lasts forever. )
Soon, Darkness sings to Them through the winds and waves. Sounds born from Beauty, They listens well and squeaks along with them. Puny paws reaches upward, and Their head raises. Something kind touches Them, yet, They only see Darkness. Curiosity rises, a drive to reach out, but so do the music around Them. The noises becomes louder and louder. All until Light materializes over Their sight, and, there, They fall forward from Darkness.
It is a world clashing against world. A moment that leads Them, a black kitten, rolling and rolling and rolling and rolâ€â€
Heat runs quick through Their paws, and even after they sprawls across the sands, it only leaves soreness behind. They try to get on Their paws, however, the tightness wrapping around Their muscles only drags Them closer to the cold surface. Effort lost, feeble brain coats in heavy confusion, They cries as the Sun peeks above the horizon and softly kisses the island.
A plea to take care of Them.
Life do this world breathes in. Bodies moves and turns all over variety of places in different ways. Jaws lowers, and They hears nothing but differences from each other. Things behind teeth and tongues that do not match the ways they speak to the forms and air. Oh, how reality shifts, and so do they all, with blurry faces and hearts squirms too easily under each breath setting in and out. Exhaling Beauty, inhaling Unknown. Such strange, and marvellous creatures have They meet so far.
Strange, and marvellous they are, indeed.
Gentleness sets between moving paws of young blood, as soft grains sticks against pads and furs. Muscles within limbs throbs each step They takes, grimacing They gives throughout Their walk. Should They rest among the clouds, but curiosity do not settle well in still mind. Thus, akin to it, always going and going, They, too, go, head raises high and mismatched eyes twinkles. All smiles and giggles, Their presence shines celestial wonder.
Soon, They spots something unusual close by. Something large, something shiny. They pads toward it and gazes at the tension it holds within its eye, while a black piece covers the other. Head tilts, lips curls downward, They places Their paw against the carved iron. Heat licks Their pads, and They hisses, immediately pulling Their paw away. "[abbr=Hurt, hurt...]Hught, hught...[/abbr]" They whispers to Themself.
They senses a small tug the moment They lets Their paw rest against the cool sands. Though, They ignores it, soon, the clouds gradually begins to darken, and They feels droplets hitting Them. Something out there do not likes to be dismissed, as it appears. Not to Their eyes, however, as They watches the soft, dark grays, what They originally thought were innocent, swallowing the Sky, and, eventually, the Sun. Slowly, They gazes at Their paw and then the massive piece before Them.
Its cold tension is still there, almost is it trying to tell Them something.
11-20-2018, 11:10 AM (This post was last modified: 11-20-2018, 12:49 PM by GRIM GRIN.)
[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Notes:
— Originally from Komorebi verse; TNW!Grim Grin is basically the human version of the original; also, the mindset of TNW!Grim Grin is a bit more "softened" than the original to avoid discomfort from viewers.
— Goes by Grim Grin and will only listen to those who calls it Grim Grin; not Grim or Grin. That's not its name. Said name may or may not be given at birth, it is undetermined and will never be revealed.
— Designated male at birth, as it identify itself as agender; goes by neutral pronouns ( it/they ).
— If possible, it calls itself a "Shaelhound".
— While it do not see the concept of relationships in terms of friends, enemies, family, etc; it do not care what others view of their relationship with it. It sees everyone just the same—a human who is capable of dying.
— An embodiment of recklessness. Doesn't really think for itself and just do what its instinct tells it to do.
— If it spends its time too much with a certain individual, eventually it will end up following after their body language, usual word uses, quirks, etc; it is a prominent habit of it.
— Along with other prominent habits: it tends to move the same way the other is, repeat their entire sentences or some words it thinks are important, and speaks in third person.
— Extremely easy to be restless; one can easily find it to fiddle, bite, play—do anything with something to keep itself busy.
— Concept: it crossing its legs while trying to listening to what others are telling it but ends up playing with its shoelaces or the surface beneath it... Don't know why, but the thought of it is cute.....
— More notes to be added
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