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Post by Horror¿Story on Apr 12, 2013 10:09:47 GMT -6
((I hope my presence in this thread isnt a bother)) This place. To him it felt so much like his home. It had drawn him from the atrocious sands with a beckon of familiarity. The creatures that wandered these streets were not quite like those of his twisted home, but more familiar then anything else he had seen of late that left him comfortable as he walked the streets. The familiar thud of street beneath his bare feet and resistance against the screaming blade dragging behind him, rising small sparks with an echoing schree.
He paused as the red mist swirled about his tetrahedral helm seeping through the mesh. The viral entities had no effect on he, a beast, a ghost born of simple hate and vengence. The only effect on him seemed to be to strengthen the voice of the monster singing in his mind. He was at home here. Now all he needed was her voice. The voice of his vengeful origins. Lacking this, the voice sang louder in his mind to fill this void. Kill. Cut. Eat.
He turned towards a thickening in the mist. A commotion of a different style then the calm chaos around him. A deeper density of slightly different creatures then those he had passed. And one figure above the mist that did not belong. Far from silent he approached Ansem and his mutated heartless.
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