Post by Administrator on Jan 27, 2011 22:43:06 GMT -5
Username: Jay
Canons you own: Riku, Sephiroth,Xemnas
Link to RP thread: Should I link you to this one? How about this one? Or this one? Get the point? /selfpromotion
Audition:
The sun began to rise, dawn arriving slowly. Of course, to Bahamut, it truly wasn't slow at all. He savored every instant of it, watching the sun slowly rise overhead and cast its warming illumination upon Radiant Garden. Standing on a rise in the Crystal Fissure, the Lord of the Skies watched the sun rise much as he had done for time immemorial. The simple beauty of it never ceased to show him just how much man disregarded the simple things in their quest for the more complex. How one could possibly look over the grandiose gesture that the sun was giving to even show her face above this world which had brought about such great evil was beyond him.
As it began to approach what Bahamut had termed 'waking hour', the time in which the early risers of this Hollow Bastion were fully cognizant, the Sky Lord took to the sky, flying off to the south, and to a rocky enclosure known only to him. He sighed, as he landed, recalling the events which caused the sorry mess of the emblem Heartless and Organization XIII. He had been glad when the keyblade chose a wielder, one to serve the interests of Good over all else, and when it was a young boy, he had been even more delighted. The keyblade, after all, was just as knowledgeable as he was, and knew that in youth often came wisdom beyond their years. The prejudices of adults and the closed-mindedness that the elderly had was not a part of the boundless cheer of youth.
Youth... How long has it been since I have been rightly able to use that term to refer to myself? Bahamut knew the answer, as he knew the answer to very nearly any question that could be asked of him. Too long. In the days of his youth, he had been fairly reckless. But, in those days, there was no need for caution. Until one day, in his early youth, a young man whom he had saved as a babe, one whom he had befriended and considered as a brother, asked Bahamut to accompany him on a journey. Of course, the younger Bahamut was more than willing to accompany the man. He agreed, and the young man ensnared him, he and his friends were ruled by the darkness in their hearts. They tried to use him and his power for evil, to manipulate others, but his will was too strong. They ended up being absorbed by their inner darkness, turned into creatures of shadow which only hungered for hearts.
Bahamut had never again trusted man. They were manipulative, greedy, only caring for how to further their own cause. Except, now, there appeared to be a few dedicated to doing good, at least in the little ways that they, as men, could. They called themselves the 'Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee', and they were dedicated to making the world as hospitable and Heartless-free as possible. Or so they would have others believe. In Bahamut's wizened eyes, no motives were pure. Despite surface beliefs, all humans were ruled by greed and avarice.
He still watched these ones from afar, taking a measure of them and their work. If all stayed on course, he might choose one of them to appear before, and take the true measure of their worth. Hopefully, with his now-honed darkness sensing, he would be able to pick out the most pure of heart to converse with. That would be his first conversation in many, many years. Almost as long as he had been staring at the sunrise. His voice was probably a bit dusty from the centuries of disuse. Having not been too conversational before, now he would likely be viewed as antisocial. And he was. Mankind could not be trusted with the power to rule themselves without constantly being watched, how could he trust them to rule others?
The sun had reached her peak by now. Bahamut's thoughts, old as the mountains though they were, seemed heavier still. This is a weighty matter I muse in passing, he thought as he crouched upon the worn rocks that held gouges from where he frequented. But now, he crouched with different posture than he held before. Now, there was a straightness to his back that was not there, a little less rigidity in his whole massive, black-scaled body. Now, there was hope in his bones, and, hopefully, this time would be different than the last. With hope, he could perhaps lift the mountains of burden he had placed upon himself. With hope, Bahamut knew, came a reason to change.
Canons you own: Riku, Sephiroth,
Link to RP thread: Should I link you to this one? How about this one? Or this one? Get the point? /selfpromotion
Audition:
The sun began to rise, dawn arriving slowly. Of course, to Bahamut, it truly wasn't slow at all. He savored every instant of it, watching the sun slowly rise overhead and cast its warming illumination upon Radiant Garden. Standing on a rise in the Crystal Fissure, the Lord of the Skies watched the sun rise much as he had done for time immemorial. The simple beauty of it never ceased to show him just how much man disregarded the simple things in their quest for the more complex. How one could possibly look over the grandiose gesture that the sun was giving to even show her face above this world which had brought about such great evil was beyond him.
As it began to approach what Bahamut had termed 'waking hour', the time in which the early risers of this Hollow Bastion were fully cognizant, the Sky Lord took to the sky, flying off to the south, and to a rocky enclosure known only to him. He sighed, as he landed, recalling the events which caused the sorry mess of the emblem Heartless and Organization XIII. He had been glad when the keyblade chose a wielder, one to serve the interests of Good over all else, and when it was a young boy, he had been even more delighted. The keyblade, after all, was just as knowledgeable as he was, and knew that in youth often came wisdom beyond their years. The prejudices of adults and the closed-mindedness that the elderly had was not a part of the boundless cheer of youth.
Youth... How long has it been since I have been rightly able to use that term to refer to myself? Bahamut knew the answer, as he knew the answer to very nearly any question that could be asked of him. Too long. In the days of his youth, he had been fairly reckless. But, in those days, there was no need for caution. Until one day, in his early youth, a young man whom he had saved as a babe, one whom he had befriended and considered as a brother, asked Bahamut to accompany him on a journey. Of course, the younger Bahamut was more than willing to accompany the man. He agreed, and the young man ensnared him, he and his friends were ruled by the darkness in their hearts. They tried to use him and his power for evil, to manipulate others, but his will was too strong. They ended up being absorbed by their inner darkness, turned into creatures of shadow which only hungered for hearts.
Bahamut had never again trusted man. They were manipulative, greedy, only caring for how to further their own cause. Except, now, there appeared to be a few dedicated to doing good, at least in the little ways that they, as men, could. They called themselves the 'Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee', and they were dedicated to making the world as hospitable and Heartless-free as possible. Or so they would have others believe. In Bahamut's wizened eyes, no motives were pure. Despite surface beliefs, all humans were ruled by greed and avarice.
He still watched these ones from afar, taking a measure of them and their work. If all stayed on course, he might choose one of them to appear before, and take the true measure of their worth. Hopefully, with his now-honed darkness sensing, he would be able to pick out the most pure of heart to converse with. That would be his first conversation in many, many years. Almost as long as he had been staring at the sunrise. His voice was probably a bit dusty from the centuries of disuse. Having not been too conversational before, now he would likely be viewed as antisocial. And he was. Mankind could not be trusted with the power to rule themselves without constantly being watched, how could he trust them to rule others?
The sun had reached her peak by now. Bahamut's thoughts, old as the mountains though they were, seemed heavier still. This is a weighty matter I muse in passing, he thought as he crouched upon the worn rocks that held gouges from where he frequented. But now, he crouched with different posture than he held before. Now, there was a straightness to his back that was not there, a little less rigidity in his whole massive, black-scaled body. Now, there was hope in his bones, and, hopefully, this time would be different than the last. With hope, he could perhaps lift the mountains of burden he had placed upon himself. With hope, Bahamut knew, came a reason to change.
