࿇ Inka Hizaraxx:xxVolatiles | Weapons | Musician |
xxxxx˪ ˲ Smoke in the Wind // Life's Destructive 'M E T A P H O R'
Inka walked up to the dojo, one hand playing with his freshly-cut hair and occasionally brushing over the newly acquired piercings in his left ear. They were still tender, but he felt glad to have them. It felt right. Each one had a meaning, just as cutting his hair was a sign of him accepting they way the world is, moving on from his past. ANd it was all thanks to Sypher. It was him that gave Inka the push to accept his failures. And to overcome them.
And so Inka was at the Dojo to train. Some minutes after his arrival, Inka was seated on the balcony, overlooking part of the training grounds, scroll in hand to learn further Bukijutsu. His continued education in this style was long since overdue.
'I've come to realise that I won't ever forgive myself - nor will I find
redemption. But, I found something to live for. And that is all I need.'
 BlackFruity · Sun Nov 11, 2012 @ 02:04am · 0 Comments |
