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 | Burning everything I know Desperate for a change Crashing down the ancient roads Past our yesterday Maybe there is hunger in my blood Screaming out loud for what I want See me running full speed at it Shattering, collide Call it post-traumatic Now it's do or die Feeding frenzy is in my brain I'm hopeful every day I gotta get it while we are still young enough to break We're finally not afraid Maybe there is hunger in my blood Screaming out loud for what I want See me running full speed at it Shattering, collide Call me post-traumatic Now it's do or die Coming after tiny fractures Coming after tiny fractures See me running full speed at it Coming after tiny fractures Call me post-traumatic What comes after Tiny fractures |
| ◆ THE DRIFTER ◆ |
| A Searcher, aspiring to find a cure. |
| Silent, adaptable, and deathly ill, the Drifter has braved countless dangers without faltering, or even speaking aloud. Their hunt for a cure to their sickness has brought them through innumerable obstacles of every sort, up to and including their own death at the hands of their illness and at those creatures that stand in their way. Aided by the silent jackal god, they would learn to get up from even death each time, persevering past the point where anyone else would have given up. They have been battered and broken more times than they can count, hounded at all times by the spectral appearances of the Immortal Cell, Judgment, that festers in their organs and eats away at their health from the inside out. They still dream of its toxic influence, and they continue to cough up their own blood when their trials grow particularly difficult. Despite that, they do not give up. As long as they can stand on their own two feet, they will endure and fight through whatever needs fighting in order to reach the end of their journey. They had presumed that the destruction of the Immortal Cell had ended their long struggle with sickness - and ended it with death, as well as the jackal god's vision that would promise the world's return to health and prosperity. But when they awoke on the archipelago of LifeAftr, such proved not to be the case at all...and even more perplexing, there would be innumerable others willing to not only tolerate the Drifter's presence, but accept them as something almost like an ally. As the Drifter has struggled to remain detached, in the tradition of a nomadic warrior such as themself, they have finally come to accept that this resolve will inevitably end in failure. Logistically and practically, it would never have been possible, and the Drifter has been forced to confront the simple fact that they have not avoided becoming attached; that they, in fact, care a great deal for everyone they have encountered, and are willing to pour everything they are into protecting them. |
∴ canon | ₪ cross-canon | ♥ friend | ▲ complicated | ⩺ worry | ✔ trusted | |||
| ✘ dislike | ✼ protect | ¿ unknown | ★ acquaintance | ◊ debt | ❖ sickness | |||
| ⋙ feared | ϟ threat | ⩕ helpful | 〷 terminate | ✧ neutral | ❱ avoid | |||
| ⍚ drifter | ⅄ kind | ⑊ kindred | ∏ worship |
◇ pokemon ◇
guzma ◆ pokemon sun & moon
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Through the dawning age
We go walking together
Toward the yawning grave
Burning days as we make our way
We'll leave our bones in the dust
An untold legend is lighting up
When we're dead and gone,
Will the mountains remember or just carry on
Moving as slow as the forest grows
And turn our bones into dust,
An untold legend is lighting up
When will I reach that light that I'm running to
When I die will it turn out forever
There's a fire burning inside of me,
When I die will I burn out forever?
You don't need to lie, I know it will
Because the darkness doesn't need the light
All the young are getting old and the summer is cold,
And all the birds have been singing at night
Well, don't even try to save me, friend,
'Cause I know it ain't worth the fight.
All the young are getting old and the summer is cold,
And all the birds have been singing at night
They are not used to this manner of affection, nor are they used to hearing it expressed.