"And everything shall fade but that moment, for I shall see none but my
nemesis."
Such is the calm of conflict, when one is consumed with lust for battle.
This is what we live for, those of us who find purpose in trial. To some,
it is to display strength and receive merit for their prowess. For others,
myself included, it is a form of art which deserves perfection. Some live
their whole life without feeling bone-buckling force. A lifetime without
pain, without adrenaline, would be useless.
Without weakness there can be no ascension, nor self-mastery. One must fall
a thousand times until they learn how to stand firm. Instead, be consumed
by a frenzy and allow the joyous conquest to spread. Shed the chains of
boundary, by name of the Lord Diocletian. What have you to lose that is not
already promised away? Your life is forfeit from the first breath but we
may yet revel.
Once years before, there was no path that led me to solitude. As with the
struggle of light and dark, no cause was mine. That is, until it dawned on
me in the midst of a bar skirmish. All cause to fight is mine, for my cause
is simply to fight. Why do we seek justification for this already
liberating indulgence? Spill the honorable blood upon the ground to bask
freely. Acquire an enemy to have tribulation, else your will frails.
Fear of the beyond is natural, yet pointless. There is bliss in
understanding pain, befriending it. Too, there is enlightenment through
accepting the inevitable. Death shall occur without question so let us make
it worthwhile. Embrace challenges freely, savor the hardship.
And, may the God of War be entertained.
Description:
Stood upright with practiced form, an average-sized hybrid resides. As
if cut from stone, the male's physique is surprisingly chiseled. Every
uncovered surface is painted by a sun-kissed tone. All hair has been
removed from his head and rough skin displays various battle scars. Elvish
traits are found upon ears, presenting the notable pointed curves. Abnormal
hues of jade seem gem-like in quality, sparking an idle glint. Upon
handsome features rests a serene guise, devoid of emotion even admist
battle. As with a developed body, movements tell tale of an improving
prowess.
