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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/13/2016 3:59:22 AM
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[spoiler]Yes I'm back
no i dont have a grudge against sketch
yes i know i was an asshole[/spoiler]
Quiet footsteps up the trail leading to the dojo could be heard, until what looked like a knight in armor appeared, his face covered by his helmet
he stopped outside the gate and waited
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he got shoved back, but it was too late, you saw the teen ((as you surmised from his face)) had pure white fur, a snout of sorts, from which fangs extended from his upper jaw past his bottom lip, he also had a pair of horns a few inches long ((probably why the helmet was loose)), and long floppy rabbit-like ears that extended to his shoulders, but across the left side of his face was a black streak, stretching from his left ear to the left side of his chin, across his left eye, both of which were deep azure blue ".....you shouldn't.......damn"
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*Vorim stumbles back with surprise.* "What are you???"
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"........I wonder myself....." [spoiler]Also for more reference, think undertale yes i got into undertale while i was gone, deal with it[/spoiler] He sighed
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Edited by Skatch142: 8/15/2016 4:28:19 AM[spoiler]I recognized what he looked like.[/spoiler] "So tell me. Where did you come from!?"
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"I've told you" he puts on the helmet "Maybe you know a little too much"
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"What do you mean?"
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he sighed, and sat down "........What I've done will only make you hate me" he said, his voice shaking some
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"What do you mean? How?"
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".........I've murdered.......because of my fear, an innocent kid is dead" he looked up at you ".......People like me are.....well......not tolerated "
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"F-Fear of what???"
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"well.......for my own safety, for my family's......" he chuckled once, but it turned into a sob
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"Oh, come here..." *He outstretched his arms.*
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he slowly got up, and hugged you, you decided he had to be around 15 the kid cried, he had been keeping that on his chest for a long time it seemed
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"How long has it been since you said anything about that?"
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"two........two years" he had switched back to the other language ".........I've had nobody to talk to"
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*He starts feeling awkward since they don't seem to have stopped hugging.* "That, that can be hard... But I've killed more people than you, and it haunts me every day..."
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he let go, he took the helmet off and wiped the tears away "........W-why"
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"I was, well... Terrified... I killed a lot of them while I didn't even have control... A lot of them were hunters, seeing me as just a trophy for their wall..."
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he nodded "survival then.......I.....as long as you had no choice.....then I understand..."
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"I-I hope you didn't have one..."
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he grew silent, telling you everything you needed to know he obviously did "...I......I.......Oh god"
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"I see... Do you need another hug?"
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"I.....I'm fine" he declined, but his voice shook the whole time "T-thank you though"
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"No problem... Sometimes we all make mistakes... And some may say it's worse when you do have a choice, I think it is pretty d@#% awful to watch someone die by your hand, knowing that you are powerless to stop yourself."
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"and when your 'mistake' happens to just show itself everytime you look in a mirror, or remember the smell of flowers, or when your 'mistake' leaves you with the burden of what's left of it's soul, forcing you to know everything he felt and did till then, what then?" he asked you seriously
