Post by zombie on Sept 12, 2008 15:35:06 GMT -5
Sometimes he wanted to go out there, to let them try and rip him apart like they did his parents. It wasn't that he wanted revenge for the two people that brought him up, he resented them, in fact; it was more so that he found a twisted comedy in doing such a thing. In his mind this world was quite literally a stage, a story, a novel and he was more than content doing something that would cause a plot twist. Something that would make this page in his life so incrediably enthralling that god would have to turn the next page to see what this kid could pull out of his ass.
It just so happened that he could pull quite a lot.
Letting his arms fall and pocketing them he looked to the city's borders and frowned softly. One of these days he'd pass it, though right now, he didn't have purpose or reason to. He felt it fiting enough just to stare out and watch the shadows of creatures scurry from here to there-- from such a far distance they looked harmless, but Damiano knew better than anyone that those shadowy figures were not harmless.
Shrugging an invisable hand off of his shoulder, he raked his finger threw his hair and then turned to look over his shoulder.
Maybe fate wasn't quite as spirit like as other thought.. [/center][/size][/color][/blockquote][/ul]