A life full of regret is not a life worth living at all.
Those were the wise words spoken to me by a humble guard, as he dropped off my food for my evening meal one night years ago. He must have been able to sense the longing in my heart, the deep seeded regret that inhabited the very depths of my soul. It was the unholy spawn of betrayal I felt, and it was the reason why I could always be found sitting in the corner of my cell where the dark shadows would blanket me, shielding away from the bright glow shining down from the overhead light; it could not reach me, nothing could, I was lost in despair.
With nothing but time to keep me company, I chewed on the guard's wisdom for weeks; it was much more satisfying than the food they served. Could it really be as simple as just putting the past behind me and moving on? That type of thinking just seemed like fools gold to me. Wouldn't the pain still live in me, deep down? Wouldn't it always be present no matter what I accomplished, a dark passenger riding shotgun along side of me on my life's journey, always watching me from the shadows, observing my every movement? It would dawn on me one night, while being kept awake by the woeful howls of a prisoner a few doors down. If I truly wanted to feel whole again, then I would have to live a life that was genuinely worth living.
"And that is the reason why I am here, standing outside of this dojo." He would whisper, his low breathless voice slipping through his tired lips. "I am desperate and in grave need of direction. Please help me." He would clasp his hands together in prayer, sending out his thoughts and wishes to no one in particular, or maybe to anyone that had an open ear or heart who would listen.
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Stepping inside of the Dojo, Asagao would immediately feel a difference in attitude, like a cool gust of wind on a hot day breathing knew life into an exhausted, over-exerted body. The peaceful, tranquil atmosphere would instantly uplift his spirits, raising his tired, despondent demeanor to heights he had not felt in years; he now understood why this place had the upstanding reputation it did, there was no where else in Sunagakure quite like it - this had already been a worthwhile trip.
Making his way past the entrance, he would carefully move forward, seeking out the individual in charge. He had heard rumors that the man at the head of the clan was not actually a man at all, but something else, something more.....demonic. Normally these types of wild stories would roll off him, like a stone down a hill, but the look upon the faces of those telling them could not be so easily ignored; he could read a mixture of fear and admiration in their eyes....something had them truly spooked.
"Hello!?" He would call out, a bit worried that he would disturb the man beast; it would not serve him well to be ripped to shreds before even catching a glimpse of such a creature. Though, he was not there to gawk, he sought knowledge and information, he needed help and guidance, and hopefully this 'man' could and would provide that for him. "I am here seeking the one they call, Toraono Kuro. Is he available?" The eerie silence of the empty room would began to set in, and Asagao would be aware of the nervous pounding of his heartbeat for the first time in ages.
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Those were the wise words spoken to me by a humble guard, as he dropped off my food for my evening meal one night years ago. He must have been able to sense the longing in my heart, the deep seeded regret that inhabited the very depths of my soul. It was the unholy spawn of betrayal I felt, and it was the reason why I could always be found sitting in the corner of my cell where the dark shadows would blanket me, shielding away from the bright glow shining down from the overhead light; it could not reach me, nothing could, I was lost in despair.
With nothing but time to keep me company, I chewed on the guard's wisdom for weeks; it was much more satisfying than the food they served. Could it really be as simple as just putting the past behind me and moving on? That type of thinking just seemed like fools gold to me. Wouldn't the pain still live in me, deep down? Wouldn't it always be present no matter what I accomplished, a dark passenger riding shotgun along side of me on my life's journey, always watching me from the shadows, observing my every movement? It would dawn on me one night, while being kept awake by the woeful howls of a prisoner a few doors down. If I truly wanted to feel whole again, then I would have to live a life that was genuinely worth living.
"And that is the reason why I am here, standing outside of this dojo." He would whisper, his low breathless voice slipping through his tired lips. "I am desperate and in grave need of direction. Please help me." He would clasp his hands together in prayer, sending out his thoughts and wishes to no one in particular, or maybe to anyone that had an open ear or heart who would listen.
--
Stepping inside of the Dojo, Asagao would immediately feel a difference in attitude, like a cool gust of wind on a hot day breathing knew life into an exhausted, over-exerted body. The peaceful, tranquil atmosphere would instantly uplift his spirits, raising his tired, despondent demeanor to heights he had not felt in years; he now understood why this place had the upstanding reputation it did, there was no where else in Sunagakure quite like it - this had already been a worthwhile trip.
Making his way past the entrance, he would carefully move forward, seeking out the individual in charge. He had heard rumors that the man at the head of the clan was not actually a man at all, but something else, something more.....demonic. Normally these types of wild stories would roll off him, like a stone down a hill, but the look upon the faces of those telling them could not be so easily ignored; he could read a mixture of fear and admiration in their eyes....something had them truly spooked.
"Hello!?" He would call out, a bit worried that he would disturb the man beast; it would not serve him well to be ripped to shreds before even catching a glimpse of such a creature. Though, he was not there to gawk, he sought knowledge and information, he needed help and guidance, and hopefully this 'man' could and would provide that for him. "I am here seeking the one they call, Toraono Kuro. Is he available?" The eerie silence of the empty room would began to set in, and Asagao would be aware of the nervous pounding of his heartbeat for the first time in ages.
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Things to be aware of:<i></i>
1. My guy is 23 years of age. Not a child.
2. He was just recently released from prison for killing his former mentor. ( Who was a bad man )
3. I am very excited to be RP'ing with you. Thank you for agreeing to this! =)
1. My guy is 23 years of age. Not a child.
2. He was just recently released from prison for killing his former mentor. ( Who was a bad man )
3. I am very excited to be RP'ing with you. Thank you for agreeing to this! =)