Post by childofthehunt on Jul 13, 2011 13:33:01 GMT -5
I just had to get out of the apartment.
I was this close from committing murder. Bremmen was driving me up the wall. If only I could return his powers, I would. But I can't.
If only there was a way that I could talk to his uncle, the great Norse God, Odin, I'd beg him to undo his magic and make Bremmen ... well ... Bremmen again. He's not very fond of the thought that he's human, fragile and powerless.
I walked the streets of Animus, deep in my thoughts about my house mate from hell. I mean literally. He's the demon prince of the norse version of Hell. His dad's like the ruler, I was told.
I shook my head trying to clear my head. Thinking of the ass is making my head hurt. I started obversing the people around me. I haven't had to chance to bump into anyone I know since ... since ... god ... feels like ages already. I wondered what has happened to them.
I scratched my head. I tucked a few strands of long blond hair behind my right ear. I caught my reflection on a bookshop's glass window.
"God I need a hair cut." I muttered to myself, obversing the long flowing golden locks that reaches all the way down, just above my waist.
I turned ever so slightly to see if it's the same lenght at my back. I was right. It was the same. If I cut my hair, it'd just grow back. For some reason Bremmen wanted "our" hair to be long and flowly and shinny. I guess it's a norse god thing. I mean, just look at his cousin Thor.
I pulled a red string from my pocket and tied my hair at the back in a pony. If Myzrael could see me now, he'd tell me I look like a girl.
Myzrael...
I shook my head and continued walking. The sun was up high, but the wind was cold. I stopped in the middle of the street, as I looked up at the sun.
"Ouch." I mumbled, taking off my eyes. I've forgotten how it hurts to look at the sun directly.
I shifted into diamond form, with only my clothes retaining their natural form. Then I started at the sun again. This time, my eyes didn't hurt.
I was sparkling, like a beautifully cut diamond under the bright sunlight, but citizens of Animus as always were oblivious to my presence.
I remembered the Greek's tale, about a boy who wanted to fly so high he made wings for himself. Icarus, is it? He wanted to fly so high that he got too close to the sun and his wings got destroyed. He plummetted to his death ... em ... I think.
Feathered angelic like wings, made of gleaming diamond appeared on my back.
I wondered how high I could go. I wondered if I would suffer the same fate as that stupid greek boy Icarus. I spread my diamond wings, stretched them, all the while not removing my eyes from the sun.
I wondered if I would plummet to my death if I get to close to the sun.
I braced myself.
"There's only one way to find out." I whispered under my breath as I leaped, flying higher and higher into the sky.
Heading towards the sun.
I was this close from committing murder. Bremmen was driving me up the wall. If only I could return his powers, I would. But I can't.
If only there was a way that I could talk to his uncle, the great Norse God, Odin, I'd beg him to undo his magic and make Bremmen ... well ... Bremmen again. He's not very fond of the thought that he's human, fragile and powerless.
I walked the streets of Animus, deep in my thoughts about my house mate from hell. I mean literally. He's the demon prince of the norse version of Hell. His dad's like the ruler, I was told.
I shook my head trying to clear my head. Thinking of the ass is making my head hurt. I started obversing the people around me. I haven't had to chance to bump into anyone I know since ... since ... god ... feels like ages already. I wondered what has happened to them.
I scratched my head. I tucked a few strands of long blond hair behind my right ear. I caught my reflection on a bookshop's glass window.
"God I need a hair cut." I muttered to myself, obversing the long flowing golden locks that reaches all the way down, just above my waist.
I turned ever so slightly to see if it's the same lenght at my back. I was right. It was the same. If I cut my hair, it'd just grow back. For some reason Bremmen wanted "our" hair to be long and flowly and shinny. I guess it's a norse god thing. I mean, just look at his cousin Thor.
I pulled a red string from my pocket and tied my hair at the back in a pony. If Myzrael could see me now, he'd tell me I look like a girl.
Myzrael...
I shook my head and continued walking. The sun was up high, but the wind was cold. I stopped in the middle of the street, as I looked up at the sun.
"Ouch." I mumbled, taking off my eyes. I've forgotten how it hurts to look at the sun directly.
I shifted into diamond form, with only my clothes retaining their natural form. Then I started at the sun again. This time, my eyes didn't hurt.
I was sparkling, like a beautifully cut diamond under the bright sunlight, but citizens of Animus as always were oblivious to my presence.
I remembered the Greek's tale, about a boy who wanted to fly so high he made wings for himself. Icarus, is it? He wanted to fly so high that he got too close to the sun and his wings got destroyed. He plummetted to his death ... em ... I think.
Feathered angelic like wings, made of gleaming diamond appeared on my back.
I wondered how high I could go. I wondered if I would suffer the same fate as that stupid greek boy Icarus. I spread my diamond wings, stretched them, all the while not removing my eyes from the sun.
I wondered if I would plummet to my death if I get to close to the sun.
I braced myself.
"There's only one way to find out." I whispered under my breath as I leaped, flying higher and higher into the sky.
Heading towards the sun.