Post by Aria Rosevelt on Aug 9, 2015 4:43:47 GMT
How long had the creature been walking, by now? Endless step after step in a repetitive cycle, one which she could see no end to. The only other monsters she had met so far were out for nothing but her blood. How many had she eaten by now? She had forgotten, along with what day it was; if there even was a calendar to follow in this strange place. She remembered that her form had changed, two times.
"What did I look like... before?"
The monster spoke, beneath the decorated white mask. Her march came to a halt as the thought passed by, yet it sadly turned out to be another lost detail she could barely even remember. The entire time she had been here she had never obtained any answers for her questions. What is this place? Who or... what am I? These were just a few examples.
It had been two years since she fell down those stairs, only a few days shorter since she had become a monster, but she was not any closer to knowing what this place was or what she had become. The white sand beneath her feet, and the everlasting moonlit night; in a sky with no stars. It made no sense to her. There were only a few things she was certain of.
Wherever she was, it was absolutely not a place on Earth. Whatever she had become was definitely not human. It was a constant struggle to stay alive, one where the victor devours the loser to grow even more powerful; she saw no real point in it all. It was just an endless battle driven by instinct, the creature with the weaker resolve lost. This left her with a much larger question, one which her thoughts had always looped back into.
What was the source of her own resolve, exactly?
"What did I look like... before?"
The monster spoke, beneath the decorated white mask. Her march came to a halt as the thought passed by, yet it sadly turned out to be another lost detail she could barely even remember. The entire time she had been here she had never obtained any answers for her questions. What is this place? Who or... what am I? These were just a few examples.
It had been two years since she fell down those stairs, only a few days shorter since she had become a monster, but she was not any closer to knowing what this place was or what she had become. The white sand beneath her feet, and the everlasting moonlit night; in a sky with no stars. It made no sense to her. There were only a few things she was certain of.
Wherever she was, it was absolutely not a place on Earth. Whatever she had become was definitely not human. It was a constant struggle to stay alive, one where the victor devours the loser to grow even more powerful; she saw no real point in it all. It was just an endless battle driven by instinct, the creature with the weaker resolve lost. This left her with a much larger question, one which her thoughts had always looped back into.
What was the source of her own resolve, exactly?
