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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 |
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[artist]
There's another side that you don't know, you don't know
I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone
Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go
Watch me turn your mind into my home
Now that I'm in there's no letting go
And your emptiness begins
Once I grip onto your mind and soul
Your brightness starts to dim
Sin after sin you won't feel no more
You've lost your trust again
I know you wish you could let me know
That you're praying for an end
I can lie to you and tell you I can't get you out my head
But I'm loving watching you think
You're controlling me instead, singing
There's another side that you don't know, you don't know
I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone
Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go
Watch me turn your mind into my home
Mind mind games until you lose control
Mind mind games until you lose control
Mind mind games until you lose control
He has promised to show them a rainbow, should circumstances allow. They think they would like that very much.