Such a cruel design [Pvt] [Die]

The pale forest of Hollow's seemed to betray the feeling of 'danger' it was supposed to give to people. Tales had turtles all the way down when it came to solemn warnings about Menos Forest, and even more danger from the White Sands above. But fear never helped in any situation, so he had to push on. The Silver haired hybrid swiftly paced through the spire'd realm of Beasts, his hands swinging lifelessly on each side of his torso with each step. The golden eyes of the Vizard were filmed with sorrow and anger.

Yet..There was something sweet in the air. Something so pure and tingly in not only his nose, but his entire body. That feeling had seemed to momentarily sweep up his feeling of constant conflict within his head, and something in his mind had snapped into focus toward this feeling. It was almost as if he could smell despair even greater then his own, and something about that had made him feel a resemblance of serenity.

Something in his feet had re-directed his path, shifting toward an area of the forest that seemed even more eerie then the rest of the forest. His subconscious curiosity couldn't help but secretly wonder what had made it seem so void of life.. Something even more empty then his own being. This could either be his death, or his redemption. And yet what could could be more exciting then either? He would be free either way. He was a fallen angel, the cast-away. He shamed himself to even be amongst his peers and forced himself to leave to avoid any more problems. White hair trailed along his collared-black trench coat, the only thing swaying his coat was the swift kick of his heel as he accelerated toward the feeling of despair. His mouth opened on its own, the increasingly compelling feeling..Or rather the lack of feeling that grew as he walked toward it. It enveloped him with each step in absolutely soothing waves of death. This was something on the level of his own art.. Could it be he found an equal to his own art?

He turned around a corner/row of trees to see a massive white tree, only to have his entire body tell him that what he was looking for was "Right behind that tree.".


"GARGGHAGH!!!" Dropping to his knees, his palms wrapped around his head as he screamed. His head exploded with emotions, his emotional fire-walls breaking down.. Brick by brick. Clear, salty droplets began pelting the grey floor of Menos Forest, breaking down right in the center of the valley of beasts. And then with a sudden and final sob, silence once again overtook the area. But this time something was different in his eyes, bright golden eyes had dulled into light bronze. Dark thin veinz had trailed across the whites of his eyes as they twitched. His hands imprinted into the ground as he shakily pushed himself off the dusty ground. As he stood up, he his arched toward the ground, his medium length hair following along, reaching toward the ground. He began shaking his head, putting his hands on them to suppress the inner emotions bubbling within him like a red hot cauldron.

"What..What is it? Mother..I'm going to tear it out..All of it out. I want to tear all of it out, Father." The man's light Latin accent radiated off the trees, walking nimbly toward the area of interest to him.

"It's all for you two..All of it will be for you, my loving family. Will you like it, Mother? Will you beat me, Father?" His mind swirled in confusing thoughts the closer he got, until he arrived. Walking around the spire that was the white tree, there was nothing more clear to him. All the confusion was washed away by.. Joy. His eyes completely dismissed the woman sitting in the middle, gazing upon the splatters and puddles of crimson liquid that covered the area.

His eyes raised, and twitched in over-zealous excitement. Satoshi dropped to his knees.

"Thi-..Is tha-..Wh-."

"Such art.."