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[ Blood smears across the screen with a dirt-smudged hand, before the Hitomi is tilted upwards at its owner. Madara stares down at the camera, with fire behind his irises that is trying to burn its way right out. Behind the layers of blood and bruises and dirt is a layer of something unhinged and wild and asking for war. There he is with fire burning behind him and his lips are as torn as the rest of his appearance. ]
My dear comrades and friends, for two months I traveled this world, in search of the gods that brought us here. I have questioned for what purpose we have been brought to this place and sought to find the meaning behind the incidents that have occurred in this land before our time. I could not understand why we have been forced to exist in this small world with a handful of the very seeds of oppression that sought to choke us in the world from which we came if we are not allowed to liberate ourselves from the chains that yoked us and made us submissive and small in size, living in the shadows out of fear of being hunted and slaughtered like the animals they thought us to be.
[ Madara's gestures are large and sweeping, flourishing the rhythm of his speech. ]
I could not comprehend why we were then wedded to the people who wanted us dead, our hearts meddled with, and our convictions thwarted to a travesty of a fool's game and tragic comedy, and traveled the lands in hopes of coming across a being who could tell me why.
[ He stops for a moment then and tries to catch his breath, reaching out to a tree for support, skeins of black tumbling down all around his face. ]
I have since come across one such being, and survived a divine struggle where my mettle and worth as a true shinobi was tested. And that is why I come before you now in this worn-down appearance. I was told of the truth of this place and the war amongst the gods from before time began. I was told that we were brought here to be reshaped and remolded in the image of the gods who took away the divine, righteous rule of the earth through murder and treachery and oppressed members of their own class in their hunger for power.
The being I spoke to spoke of a war that we are torn between -- a war that has been steadily brewing and growing even in this place of illusionary peace and dreams. We have been fooled to believe that we must live in harmony and learn some higher purpose when the truth is that we have been made clay pawns on their great chess board.
A meeting about this is necessary. We must reconvene as soon as time will allow to discuss our alternatives.
There is...
[ And he pauses once more, a frown drawing down his eyebrows. ]
... much to consider. And we have wasted too much time dreaming.
My dear comrades and friends, for two months I traveled this world, in search of the gods that brought us here. I have questioned for what purpose we have been brought to this place and sought to find the meaning behind the incidents that have occurred in this land before our time. I could not understand why we have been forced to exist in this small world with a handful of the very seeds of oppression that sought to choke us in the world from which we came if we are not allowed to liberate ourselves from the chains that yoked us and made us submissive and small in size, living in the shadows out of fear of being hunted and slaughtered like the animals they thought us to be.
[ Madara's gestures are large and sweeping, flourishing the rhythm of his speech. ]
I could not comprehend why we were then wedded to the people who wanted us dead, our hearts meddled with, and our convictions thwarted to a travesty of a fool's game and tragic comedy, and traveled the lands in hopes of coming across a being who could tell me why.
[ He stops for a moment then and tries to catch his breath, reaching out to a tree for support, skeins of black tumbling down all around his face. ]
I have since come across one such being, and survived a divine struggle where my mettle and worth as a true shinobi was tested. And that is why I come before you now in this worn-down appearance. I was told of the truth of this place and the war amongst the gods from before time began. I was told that we were brought here to be reshaped and remolded in the image of the gods who took away the divine, righteous rule of the earth through murder and treachery and oppressed members of their own class in their hunger for power.
The being I spoke to spoke of a war that we are torn between -- a war that has been steadily brewing and growing even in this place of illusionary peace and dreams. We have been fooled to believe that we must live in harmony and learn some higher purpose when the truth is that we have been made clay pawns on their great chess board.
A meeting about this is necessary. We must reconvene as soon as time will allow to discuss our alternatives.
There is...
[ And he pauses once more, a frown drawing down his eyebrows. ]
... much to consider. And we have wasted too much time dreaming.
[Dream] Winter
Aug. 30th, 2009 02:44 amWhat are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
( I will show you fear in a handful of dust. )
[ There is salt in his throat and blood carving down his cheeks when he wakes; and it is all too fast that he disappears into thin air with a flick of the fingers before his lovers wake. ]
[art credit | Lily ]
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
( I will show you fear in a handful of dust. )[ There is salt in his throat and blood carving down his cheeks when he wakes; and it is all too fast that he disappears into thin air with a flick of the fingers before his lovers wake. ]
[art credit | Lily ]
[Dream] Fireleaves
Jun. 28th, 2009 05:31 am( A maze of sleeping wraiths... )[ Fire burns low and slow, flicking orange and red over walls drenched in shadow. Madara's eyes seem to glow, kaleidoscopic red and black when he finally opens them and sits up, red silk pooling around his naked waist, as he presses fingertips against his temples. Even in the dim light, the scars that riddle his body can be made out. One of them looks like a tree. It's right over his heart. ]
( ooc )
