Drunken Mage (Open) Nov 10, 2019 23:54:05 GMT -6
Post by Sanbu on Nov 10, 2019 23:54:05 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
Sanbu's PL: 86'000
"Red as the very sun, oh what a powerful color. It seems that the time has come to claim what has at last been fated to be. So it has been and so shall it be for generations to come." Far within the most clandestine regions of the Cargo Farmlands stood one individual, a Majin of orange skin that seemed to be walking aimlessly. Path undecided still as they sauntered on a dirt trail towards a destination unknown to both him and anyone who might be privy to the habits of the man. It was a hot day but no heat felt more intense than the very burning sensation oh so alive within him. It seemed that with every step that Sanbu took his bottle of sake sounded all the more empty. The very swish of liquid within it growing all the more apparent given the exaggerated steps taken along the both unending and wide road before him. "Sake this strong is such a underappreciated thing these days, to hide from the truths that plague me so. If only I could run away forever from this ache."
The Majin would hold up the glass. Sighing aloud as he evidently lacked care for anyone who risked hearing him in his particular state. "Oh but when I'm with this, I feel like I can escape from it.That which closes my eyes when the truth is a blinding thing. You who keeps me warm when the world grows too cold. Knowing this thing by me.. oh, loneliness can be avoided if only temporarily." Whether by command or by corruption grace to his drunkenness, the bottle would fall and shatter into an innumerable amount of pieces. Contents spread about on the ground until it was no more. Sanbu continued along his way, shifting back and forth between either side of the route as he muttered to himself without rhyme or reason behind his person. Inebriated as he was, his mental functions still appeared to be working to some degree. While the exact capacity of such was yet to be grasped, a perturbed feeling whelmed the Majin's entire being. "It is a sorry thing to bear these sentiments and to my great disadvantage I have none else to speak to but I. Unnerving is it, being solely by myself. No one need be that desolate."