Post by Ikiru Sonzai-Suru on Nov 29, 2015 21:29:55 GMT
Note: Over a year into the war. Ikiru is nothing of his old self, both in appearance and personality.
Sora was quiet, a ghost town for two reasons. It had been partly evacuated for the set up of weapons to use on descending Angels and Demons, as well as it being a prime spot for conflict between the flying races and Humans. That, and it was also Ikiru's hunting ground. Other Kyubans left the city to him, so throughout the year, Ikiru had hardly been anywhere else. Hiding until dark, and waiting for the unfortunate to leave their homes. Streets were quiet and empty, void of those who usually strolled through them when going about business. Now the only ones populating the streets of Sora are those looking to loot homes, or those still clinging onto the chance of living normally here. Anyone was Ikiru's prey. He was hardly picky on his choice of feed. Good or bad, Human or Demon, it mattered not to him. The Kyuban was done struggling with his sanity, it had all but been vanquished in this year of hunting. Embracing that Kyuban side of himself, Ikiru had gained intelligence, able to speak his mind but have no recollection of who'd he'd once been. Those he'd affiliated with in his time as an Angel were all but forgotten. Now his only existence was to eat and eat, to please the master he knew of, but never saw.
Sora had been cleared this night, the dark red skies above were looming over Ikiru's most recent kill. A fatal strike to the young man's neck, and a search through his supplies curiously. A thief, though it made Ikiru feel no better or worse about the kill. He'd seized to care about killing. It was nature to him now. Humming a tune to himself, one the Kyuban was unaware of, but was sung out of habit from his old self, Ikiru turned around and took the boy's soul. Quickly done, and the body soon disappeared, no need to hide the body. Nights were usually filled with more people to hunt than tonight, perhaps Ikiru had been through Sora. Or people were catching onto the Kyuban attacks. He might need to start raiding homes, but there was more risk of being slain then. Ikiru would think on it, no doubt his hunger would bring him to attack in people's homes. But tonight, he would leave them be. He wasn't satisfied, but Kyuban's never were, but he had enough left of a mind to know about patience. He walked to the edge of a pathway, looking down over the railing to the world below. It was so dark and fragile, broken in places of conflict that would never heal. Like scars digging deep across the earth. It meant nothing to Ikiru, he only stared down, wondering how many souls were down there, ready for him to take. The world was a field now, and Ikiru was ready to harvest it for all it was worth.
Sora was quiet, a ghost town for two reasons. It had been partly evacuated for the set up of weapons to use on descending Angels and Demons, as well as it being a prime spot for conflict between the flying races and Humans. That, and it was also Ikiru's hunting ground. Other Kyubans left the city to him, so throughout the year, Ikiru had hardly been anywhere else. Hiding until dark, and waiting for the unfortunate to leave their homes. Streets were quiet and empty, void of those who usually strolled through them when going about business. Now the only ones populating the streets of Sora are those looking to loot homes, or those still clinging onto the chance of living normally here. Anyone was Ikiru's prey. He was hardly picky on his choice of feed. Good or bad, Human or Demon, it mattered not to him. The Kyuban was done struggling with his sanity, it had all but been vanquished in this year of hunting. Embracing that Kyuban side of himself, Ikiru had gained intelligence, able to speak his mind but have no recollection of who'd he'd once been. Those he'd affiliated with in his time as an Angel were all but forgotten. Now his only existence was to eat and eat, to please the master he knew of, but never saw.
Sora had been cleared this night, the dark red skies above were looming over Ikiru's most recent kill. A fatal strike to the young man's neck, and a search through his supplies curiously. A thief, though it made Ikiru feel no better or worse about the kill. He'd seized to care about killing. It was nature to him now. Humming a tune to himself, one the Kyuban was unaware of, but was sung out of habit from his old self, Ikiru turned around and took the boy's soul. Quickly done, and the body soon disappeared, no need to hide the body. Nights were usually filled with more people to hunt than tonight, perhaps Ikiru had been through Sora. Or people were catching onto the Kyuban attacks. He might need to start raiding homes, but there was more risk of being slain then. Ikiru would think on it, no doubt his hunger would bring him to attack in people's homes. But tonight, he would leave them be. He wasn't satisfied, but Kyuban's never were, but he had enough left of a mind to know about patience. He walked to the edge of a pathway, looking down over the railing to the world below. It was so dark and fragile, broken in places of conflict that would never heal. Like scars digging deep across the earth. It meant nothing to Ikiru, he only stared down, wondering how many souls were down there, ready for him to take. The world was a field now, and Ikiru was ready to harvest it for all it was worth.