Reflections: A Mind Uncertain

[Kikuyoshi]

((xDD

i sent her a message about the thread on the 15th...so we'll give her a few more days i suppose ><; but then yeah, we should continue otherwise -noddles-))

[Kikuyoshi]

((i'd say it's safe to continue on without her now...she's been on since the 15th and still hasn't replied...so cha ><;; ))

[blitzkreig]

The warrior's heart went out to the vegitated female demon. Her eyes were blank and deep, dank and nasty, like something had washed away the life behind those strange oculis. It near made him shudder, keeping his cool was beginning to become somewhat of a chore. What kind of being was this? Of course his name was aptly, Ghost....Where had that come from? Viento shook his head side to side momentarily in confusion. This Ghost fellow was in his head, sifting and seeking. The sickening feeling of being so violated had started the very moment those ghastly orbs had come to rest on him. He did not like this, did not want to fathom what the being saw in his hidden memories. Could this phantom being see the five seperate entities that lurked inside an insanely cramped skull.

Viento blinked, his connection with the four other personalities in his head fading to nothingness. He closed his silverine eyes, scrunched his face in pain as a massive migraine thunderbolted through his skull. It was as though there were an invisible string stretched between his two temples and it was slowly pulling together at the center. Viento stumbled backwards, lightning crackling about his neck and shoulders simply out of instinct. The licks of electricity were caught in a rogue wind and buzzed maliciously about the whole area, climbing hungrily upon everything it touched.

Silver eyes, streaked with gold snapped open and Viento snarled. He had lost complete connection with the personalities in his head. Now remained only a blank buzzing phoneline between them, no more then a hazy silence that seemed to engulph him entirely. The African Wild Dog's eyes narrowed to slits, every muscle bunching alongside the other, grating them together almost painfully. The warrior's blood was up and hot. There was no encouragement or chiding going on. No complaints. Viento was alone, and he would have preferred it no other way. Now it was just him, Ghost, and the star-struck demoness staring off blankly into the oblivion of an empty head. The Wild Dog's jaws opened in a breif snarl, and he calmed the storm building heavily about him.

"You are evil. But you are dead...Why do you insist on coming back and tormenting those who were rid of your maggot-ridden carcass? You are Ghost arent you? I have heard the stories, heard how you were destroyed. You are a beast of malevolence, and you do not belong here!"
In his talking, Viento had moved himself a little closer to Tari, hoping to maybe wake her of her fearful reverie, blankeyed stare of the [grrr]ing damned. Oh this wasnt helping. And the voices in his head were silent. Okay, maybe some kind of encouragments would help out a bit.....Gahhhh!