Post by Tarn on Mar 15, 2015 23:48:15 GMT
Everything is blank.
Why?
Various snarling noises combined with a whimper escape the Darksteel's raw throat, producing a guttural and terrible noise. It's... dark. Cold. As a contrast, hot slick liquid runs down... the right side of his face. He can barely feel anything around him, the floor flat and bland. He can't see. A seizing and cruel thought claws at his mind and heart, something he's feared this entire time; blindness. Along with the liquid running down his face, both of his eye sockets feel empty. The one has a burning feeling to it, pain zigzagging through his face. He sits there for what feels like an eternity for him, figuratively frozen in place. Aching, false memories begin to take hold of his mind, and break him only further. Various however few people he held dear... dead. Some by his own hands-or claws, rather. Lithia, Tom, Glacier, Ivry, the same who had at least attempted to put up with his lazy, hateful, awful persona and fix him, dead.
He really wasn't the best when handling emotions, especially negative ones. He's always pursued pleasure and happiness, you know. The main way he got it was by hurting others, aka a sadist. But now it wasn't funny or... or pleasurable. It was sad. Mournful. He felt guilty, just like he always has. There's been a reason as to why he dropped morality in favour of his selfish desires, and this was exactly it; he's afraid to feel bad. No going back now of course, the damage has been done. He sits there, thinking about them, and that all he can do now is wallow in his self-hatred and sorrow. Pathetic.
Blind with mourning and loss of his eye, he collapses with a writhing heap. Nothing has ever felt so terrible. He would rather be inflicted upon the most vengful of gods than feel this... thing. His pride and ego are diminished, along with those he's loved. He has no idea where he is, and very well knows there's no point in trying to escape. Depression consumes him, this isn't the way he wanted to perish. It'll take weeks if not months for him to finally succomb to starvation, if the lack of potential water doesn't kill him first.
t's dark, painful, humiliating, and he views that he deserves it.
(so uh, I need crits on this. Maybe? I'm practicing writing so I think it'd be good for me. I wrote this as an explanation as to what Tarn's greatest fear would be like basically. It feels almost... too gloomy.)